This is the holiday secret journal...
Day One: hot, sweaty after a great deal of time spent upon the road. They are watching, they know I'm recording the goings on. Here I am nonetheless recording the odyssey. Much cooler now as night quickly approaches. They are near but three floors down and I know they know and they know I know yet they make merry all the while watching me, waiting for me to make a mistake. I can let you, my wonderful readers, down. I must record this trip so that you may learn from me and not make the same mistakes that I've made, A cool breeze blow about... someone is coming, I must hide this lest I be found...
False alarm, the Hispanic ones came arguing about things that were either black and white, blanco y negro. Why not argue issues that are less concrete? A-ha, they did not know that I spoke Espaņol. I laughed as I thought of this but I was to be away from distractions, this is my holiday, dammit! And I know that they know that they are watching me knowing what I am doing and yet they don't know that I know what I know. If they knew the thoughts that were in my head, they'd think twice about letting me sit here thinking what I'm thinking about, knowing what I know...
This is my holiday and I am in need of rest...
Day Two: Morning has broken to quote the former Cat. Day two and things have not changed. They know I know and I know they know I know but still they do not know the entire story.
And the entire story is trap within my skull...
This is after all my holiday and I shall proceed in a manner in which I see fit. I am relaxing and I am here to relieve the excess stress that I have been suffering as of late. And it is my holiday.
Why won't they let me have my holiday? Why are they thinking what they are thinking? I know they will be here soon and make me stop. Is that them? Who is that I here in the hallway? I can hear them out there; I know they are standing outside the door, listening to what I'm thinking. I hear them listening to me thinking but I am here to enjoy my holiday so I will just pretend that I haven't notice that they are there, behind the door, listening to me thinking. And since I am not noticing they are there, I'm going to get some rest since this is my holiday and I'm going to enjoy myself even if everyone is listening to what I'm thinking.
The Third and Final Day: To sleep is to enjoy the fact that I am on holiday. Today, they are not letting me sleep. The light, the light is so bright as if they can use it to view what is inside my skull. But, I am thick skulled and they shall not know what I and what I know I shall not share with anyone. The light, the burning light like it is burning through my flesh. The light is far too bright to allow me to rest, which is why I'm on holiday and what I am lacking. Sweat is pouring down my face and into my eyes making it extremely difficult to see but sight isn't a necessary sense when I know they are watching me. They may try as they may to steal my thoughts but I and only I know where they are hidden and the contents contained therein. I feel as if I'm melting. The heat is almost to the point of being unbearable but I will not crack, I will not give them what they want, only I know the secrets, only I have the keys that will unlock the knowledge that is held within.
And since I know that they will never know what I know, I know that my holiday is over and I have once again proven that the knowledge I have will be mine and only mine and they will never release it for as long as I walk this earth.
