You are a drone outside my window. I am hiding, crouched down in the bath tub with the shower curtain closed. You are buzzing like an angry bee. I piss my pants. The liquid is cold under my seat and I shiver and bite my teeth. You slam into the glass panes and I am sure they will shatter from the impact. Or maybe you will fire hellfire missiles. And I don’t know who sent you; I don’t know why you are here or what I have done... Why me? I am a civilized man, a gentle person. I have never hurt anyone. My shadow is on the curtain. Somehow it seems a reproach. Finally I decide I have to confront you. I part the curtain and step over the side of the tub. I am ready to be brave.
Suddenly, there is a loud noise, as if heaven itself were breaking apart. You have exploded for no reason. The light warms the window panes.
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