12 Days of Separation

The nights are the hardest....

Yep, I'm all alone in this house with my faithful Alto, who never seems to leave my side all day and night long. Xav has gone to Fiji for two weeks on a work mission. I'd have followed him except that he'd be rounding the island on work with his colleagues, hardly staying in one hotel long enough for me to actually explore anything. Perhaps another time.....

Days are not too bad - I'm used to being alone during the day, but the nights are a whole other story. I now sleep with the porch lights on, lighting up the front of my house and garden with a warm glow. Truly, this high up in the mountains, it can get pretty eerie due to the inky black nights. Plus, it's sort of 'winter', so the sun not only sets early, the winds howl through the house at almost gale-force speed! Strong winds rattle my wooden doors and whistle through tiny crevices between the sliding doors and windows. Outside, the huge avocado tree shakes its heavy burdens onto the roof with loud thumps that intrude on the night silence.

And if all these are not enough to keep me awake late into the night, I have my overactive imagination to contend with as well. What is it about the human mind that entices you to visualize nightmares dredged up from a thorough combination of all the horror/ghost/thriller flicks you've watched your whole life?

Thanks to this, my senses are all working overtime - ears extra attentive, eyes sharp, constantly darting to my bedroom door, beyond which lies the darkness of my living room. All doors are securely locked. I sleep with two huge cushions on either side of me, under which are carefully hidden my kitchen knife and the kitchen knife sharpener. My cordless house phone is also within arm's reach.

Talk about paranoia! But then again, better safe than sorry, and better paranoid than dead, right? ;D