The number one rule of phrogging-leave them undisturbed-means almost nothing to me. I have a compulsion that draws me closer,
a chill courses through my entire body as they remain unaware of my presence.

It's morbid, I know. But curiousty killed the cat. Their vulnerability inspire me. Unlocked locks and unlatched windows are an open invitation
for any predator. Anyone could come in to cause them pain.

I'm the silent observer that absorbs all of their moments: the glances, the hushed whispers, and shameful secretrs are all mine to know

There is nothing you can keep secret from me.