I get paid to watch paintings at night and sometimes they watch me back.

I’ve always been a night owl and a lover of the art world, so when the words, “Yeah, I’ve heard they pay pretty good,” left Felix’s mouth, I put in my application.

I also have a deeply seeded hatred for crowds and love talking to myself so when the voice on the phone said, “Would you be able to make it in today for an interview?” I jumped at the opportunity.

There it was in the cool October air, black marble against a baby blue sky, a towering monolith with its broad thin steps leading to the entrance. I whistled as I pumped my legs up the stairs.