I was standing before the window

I was standing before the window
Peering into the featureless night
silence
I had the distinct feeling that someone was waiting
waiting in the inky blackness
waiting with a gun
aimed at my heart
Fear crept into my soul
I stood
In defiance I stood before that window
An extra fifteen seconds I stood
To allow the hidden sharpshooter time
Time to aim properly
Fifteen seconds up
My veins afire with fear
I closed the blinds
And stood
A silhouette on the blinds
Mocking him in my defiance.
Then I left.
Left to pursue other interests
Besides my death
For today was not the day
Not the day to die
That day if fifty years in the future
In the dark future.
When, eaten alive by congenital cancer
I take my life on film
Bloody bloody