Ninjas.
They haunt my every moment,
always seeming to be just outside my peripheral vision.
Infiltrating my dreams,
both sleeping and...
waking.
 
I never feel alone,
a strange pins and needles feeling on the back of my neck,
like there's someone behind me at all times...
someone wearing black pajamas complete with a mask and footies that separate the big toe from the little toes for reasons I'll never understand.
 
When I turn, I see nothing...
but I know I didn't just imagine it.
Why, though?
Why are they shadowing me?
I don't recall wronging anyone,
but there's no other reason I'd be tailed by ninjas other than someone hired them to chop me loose the mortal coil.
They must be biding their time.
Any day now,
a swift kick to the head or throwing star to the jugular could have my name on it.
 
I wish I knew what I'd done to deserve this,
but it's not a terrible way to go.
It's actually kind of cool.

I'd prefer old age, though.