You Finally Saw Me

I thought my roommate was sleepwalking—until I checked the footage I live with my roommate Mark,

and for weeks I’d wake up to things moved around our apartment. Chairs facing the

wall. The TV on mute. Once, all the kitchen cabinets were open.

Mark swore it wasn’t him. I figured he was sleepwalking and didn’t remember.

Last night, I set up a cheap camera in the living room. This morning,

I checked the footage. At 2:17 a.m., Mark walked out of his room and stood perfectly

still in the middle of the living room for almost ten minutes. Not swaying. Not blinking.

Then he slowly turned and stared directly into the camera. He smiled and whispered something I couldn’t