Once I realized that if someone really wanted to get to me no number of deadbolts could really keep them from me the jig was up so to speak. After all, what is one bit of steel between you and someone who wishes to see you not so alive?
It doesn't matter if they have no idea where you are, or if they themselves are locked away behind walls and bars and armed guards. That thought will play on your mind. The image of them silhouetted in your window. The idea that every shadow is thicker, darker, than it should be.
Every sound in the night will be them, the escape artist. And every dream you have will be painted with their face. If you have someone, someone to sleep beside you, and keep watch this will still happen. It just won't be so paralyzing. You will still have nightmares, you will still cry out in your sleep, but there will be the chance that they will wake you. The chance that they will keep you from rolling out of bed or smashing your fists against the wall.
All of the locks in the world will never add up to the security of a warm, softly snoring body beside you.
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