Unseen Intruder

I live alone in a tiny apartment, but for months I felt like someone else was inside.

My sponge stayed wet. Shower floor damp. Cereal box moved. Toilet seat up.

I told myself I was imagining it. Then I came home early and my closet door was wide open.

I never leave it open. Nobody was there, but the feeling stayed.

So I hid a camera in a fake plant and left for work. Next day at two PM,

motion detected. My heart dropped. I opened the footage. A man in a hoodie stepped into frame,

calm, like he lived there. He opened my fridge, sniffed my orange juice,

made a face. Took a fork out, inspected it, put it back in the wrong spot.