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every step he took. A quick movement forward, then complete stillness while he again checked for enemies close by.  Coming to the bottom of the tree he looked up, then checked around once more.  Quickly he climbed, spine twisting as he made the jump from the lower branches to the one he wanted higher up.  He then inched forward until he was as close to the edge as possible.  He settled down on his belly, large head resting on his front paws and tail curled around the branch.  He could be here a while as he observed what was going on.  After a while he became frustrated, he could see a light on in a downstairs window in the house he was watching.  His eyesight clear enough to see into the property, but it wasn't enough, nowhere near.  He didn't want a vague visual he wanted to see every detail. 
     
    Maya, had had a shitty day, constant complaints from customers.  Why the hell had she chosen to work in a call centre 2-days per week, what had she been thinking?  Well obviously she was thinking she needed to pay her bills and eat, otherwise she'd be content with the 3-days she did at the coffee shop. 
    Climbing out of her bubble bath, she wrapped her hair in a towel and pulled on a towelling robe, tying the sash around her waist.  After drying her legs and feet on another towel she hung it on the heated rail before going into the kitchen.  A nice warm drink before bed would help her sleep.  Opening the fridge she pulled out a carton of milk and poured it into a mug, then turned on the radio and stood humming along to a tune while she waited for it to warm in the microwave.  Her hips swaying to the soft melody, letting out a heavy sigh she let her head drop back on her shoulders as he eyes closed.  She continued swaying to the music and with her movement her towel fell, and her hair came loose.  It dropped down her back in a riot of big wet curls. Ignoring the fallen towel she lifted her hands to her hair, running them through it as she continued to sway, eyes closed and head still back.  A shiver ran down her spine and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end as she felt eyes on her.  She straightened turned to check over her shoulder, but the dinging of the microwave interrupted her.  The feeling dissipated, and she shrugged it off and continued on to retrieve her drink.
    Leaning over counter she flipped off the radio, opened the microwave door and took out her now hot, full fat milk.  She didn't care that it wasn't good for you, it had been her go to comfort drink for as long as she could remember.  Now bedtime drink in hand she quietly moved towards the back door to check it was locked, jiggling the handle and removing the key.  Glancing through the kitchen window, she tried to see what had set off the strange sensation of being watch, but nothing jumped out at her.  Nothing was there that shouldn't be.  No new shadows in the back garden, nothing at all out of the ordinary.  She looked towards the trees, the big oak overhung her garden and she gave it a quick cursory check.  Snorting at her own paranoia.  Even if there'd been anything there she wouldn't be able to see as it was shrouded in heavy foliage.  She was obviously just letting the anxiety of her day get to her.  I mean that last customer had threatened to break her face for her if she didn't get him a working phone.  She could understand his frustration, but all she did was take the calls not make the blasted phones.  Sighing she let it go as she looked through the window.  She loved that the tree was there, it had been one of the deciding factors in her renting the property when she'd moved here.  She'd loved that from her bedroom window she had a view of fields and trees, so different from the view of her work window in the call centre.  All she saw there was traffic, lots and lots of traffic, other businesses and concrete as far as she could see.  The same view had come with her apartment near there too that she'd rented