i've suddenly felt followed, watched.

As I lay in bed with fecund thoughts clouding my mind,
I rolled, veritably trying to sleep.
This feeling is ephemeral, I thought.
I was wrong. I couldn't sleep. I felt watched, I felt uncomfortable.
It was a terrible night.

Tomorrow I shall don my helmet, an ancient artifact from BMT days.
Its the THT or Technical Handling Test. Thanks for the 1 day advanced informing depot.
It doesn't help much.

Glowing without a surreal glare, I stepped up.
I stepped down, I sank.