My Nightmare

I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm scared. I'm being watched. I'm sure of it. I can feel it in my gut. Every time I hear a noise, the hairs are raised on the back of my neck. Everytime I hear the crack of a twig, a shiver runs down my spine. I must be seeing things. This must be a dream. Something I can wake from. A nightmare. I'd settle for anything, even insanity, if I could only return to what's natural and normal for me. I used to dream of exploring, travelling the world, change of any kind to shake up my monotonous lifestyle. Now there's nothing I wouldn't do to go back, to go to work, to pretend to work while chatting on Facebook... I was hoping for a happy medium, but I seem to have jumped from one extreme to the other. Please, I'm asking you, begging you, praying! Help me!