You don't know who curls beside you every night when you think you are sleeping alone. Never noticed that the elegant blue-eyed neighbour whom you greet every morning sheds his blues to glowing red just as he greets you back. Somebody or something follows you down the rainy lane but there's nothing except the blinking streetlights when you turn back. The tree that you lean back against to read under the gentle sun has eyes that can read what you read. And did you know that this the breeze didn't tickle your hair, it was some invisible long fingers!