Inside an apartment with the curtains drawn, looking out the window was a shadowy figure. It moved, ever so carefully, almost like a black panther sneaking in the night. I could see it look around and about. Searching, looking…finding. It seemed to be holding an object. Was it round, was it squared? I didn't know. The object shimmered in the midnight light. The figure was fixated on the object, almost like in a trance. It swayed back and forth, it moved as if it was intoxicated. It snapped out of the mesmerizing trance. It slowly placed the object back. The lights turned on. The figure turned sharply and looked out the window. The shadowy figure was me.