A Stranger on My Couch

So last night, I (22F) came home around midnight after a late shift. My apartment door

was slightly ajar. My heart dropped. I push the door open… and there’s a girl sitting on

my couch. She looks calm, sipping a cup of tea like she belongs there.

I screamed. She smiled. “Oh! You’re home. I was getting comfy.”

I asked who she was. She said, “I live here now.” I called my roommate

— she’s out of town. My neighbor? Gone. My apartment key? Still in my bag.