February Second

 It was one of those nights that was best saved for the fall; dark and rainy like Poseidon was angry and wanted to drown the world. It was cold and the wind whipped my hair even through my hood. I was glad of the new addition to my wardrobe, because the other jacket I had was no match for this wintry weather. But it didn't feel like winter. It felt like those nights that were reserved for horror movies, the kind of jump scare where monsters jumped out of corners and ate you up. It was nothing like the snowy, white scene that you associated with winter. But the the whole year had been filled of surprises, even in just a month. Really, life recently has. The dog hurried to her favorite spot on the big tree in front of the Office's parking lot. My jacket started riding up along my stomach; big hipped ladies didn't usually fit men's clothing well, but I've gotten used to it. I tried thinking of something pleasant to get my mind off of the morbid scenery, but all my thoughts went back to what's happened of late. I'm tired of thinking of that shit. The house across the street had the usual cars parked in odd positions in its abnormally large parking lot. I noticed one was on and felt worried about monoxide poisoning. No, that only happened if they were in a confined space or the tail pipe was blocked. They were okay for now. We completed our first go around of the house, and Maggie darted across the lawn in search of her rabbit 'friends'. Poor furry bastards. She would kill them if I let her. We passed by the door that led into the dungeon and the security light shone dimly in the murky night. It seemed like even the air was murky; like a miasma hung in the air so thick you had to breathe through your jacket so you didn't die. Everything seemed poisonous. Just existing was a death threat in disguise. I started to feel claustrophobic in my clothes, like they were trying to choke me. Another anxiety attack, but I had no idea what brought it on. I stopped and let Maggie root around in the leaves and tried to calm down. I stood under the eaves of the house and a rain drop hit me square on top of my hood. I almost screamed, it was so quiet and the drop echoed through my hood. It sounded like a gun shot, but it did help me calm down enough that i didn't feel like I was going to be murdered by cloth.