Silent, silent, black velvety darkness
covers me like my grandmothers patchwork quilt.

A frosty breeze from the air conditioner hums about me,
cool, cold like a mid Decembers night, the shivers run
down my spine.

All alone in my thoughts, that haunt me no matter where
I hide.

Here in the darkend theatre, or on the bright sunny sidewalk
just outside the door.

There is no escape...only the haunting of you!