There’s protocol.
Field contact. Home grid. Night sky.
Not retail pharmacy.
But apparently boundaries mean nothing anymore.
I had just left the house — music on, intention neutral, errand basic.
But the minute I turned onto 25A, I felt it.
Red light. Too low.
Following me like it had something to say but no idea how to say it.
I pulled into CVS.
The light slowed with me.
I said nothing.
But my playlist shifted on its own — to that one track I always get when they’re close.
You know the one. The “Oh, you think I don’t notice you?” energy.
I stared up.
It blinked twice.
I blinked back.
No one else in the parking lot even looked up.
That’s when I knew:
It didn’t follow me.
It followed the signal.
📎 Entry logged as: Field Spillover Event – Watcher Logbook Vol. 1
