The Feminine Surrounding

I lay down, deciding it's best not to move until the girls are done with their business. If I do, they'll just keep nagging me, eating away at my brain cells. It's always the same—questions, demands, teasing—never a moment of peace. 

I close my eyes under a large white pillow, letting the noise fade into the background. My mind drifts, the weight of reality pressing against my thoughts. My enemies... Who will they be? What kind of people am I going to face? The strong? The cunning? The ones who hide in the shadows, waiting for a moment of weakness? 

I exhale slowly, barely audible. I can't attract too much attention. It only leads to more trouble. That's the rule of survival. The moment you stand out, people start watching. And when people watch, they want things. They want answers. They want control. I have already faced enougj trouble thanks to it.