Do you ever get the feeling that someone's watching you? I do.

Not in a scary way. It's like I'll be doing something completely mundane like making my bed or pouring my cereal, and suddenly it occurs to me that someone, somewhere, has the ability to see exactly what I'm doing at any given moment. So I straighten up my posture, nonchalantly fix my hair, and pretend like I'm much more graceful than I actually am.

That feeling hit me this morning, just as I was waking up. I sat up, looked in the mirror, and laid back down in a way that made me look as thin and effortless as possible. (Ironic, right?) I then proceeded to trace the flowers on my duvet with my fingers and gaze shallowly out the window next to me. In a way, it's a horrible feeling. Like you're held together by invisible strings, being controlled by that someone who's watching you. Or like you're trapped by your own need to appear perfect.

But once it faded, as most feelings do, I began to actually notice how pretty those morning glories look outside my window. And it felt peaceful.