WonderYou are lying in your bed, one arm laid out before you as you face the closet. You're expecting a visitor.More Like This
You never invited him. You wish he'd never come again. Every night he creeps out of the closet and sits on your bed, like a loyal dog. Your own dog long ago vacated your room, almost as though he knew that the visitor was coming.
You don't sleep very much. He keeps such an erratic schedule and you don't want to be sleeping when he's there. Somehow the idea of knowing what's happening is more valuable than a few hours of oblivion.
Not that you really know what's happening.
Every night he sits on your bed, in that space that you have learnt to leave for him. Most nights he just watches you as you breathe and stare back at him. His eyes are the only part of his face you ever really see: large and catlike in the darkness. You wonder what he's thinking... if he's thinking at all. You never sleep much on these nights. He sits there for so long.
It's the other nights that worry you most.