[ WP ] Slowly start to realize that you have a roommate .

It was subtle at first. 
 
 My keys would be in a different place than they were the night before. Sometimes the coffee table would be moved a few inches in another direction, successfully nailing my shin a few times. Simple annoyances; nothing to think about. I blamed my memory. 
 
 Over the course of a month, I kept waking up to odd sounds from my apartment. It would normally be the sound of the fridge opening, or the guest room door closing. One night, I could have sworn I heard flushing sounds, but I was terribly sleepy that night, so I just naturally assumed that I imagined it. I thought I was being haunted by a ghost. 
 
 I decided to catch whoever it was in the act. On a Saturday night, I pressed my cheek against my bedroom door, listening intently for any telling sounds. An hour passed. And then another. I had sunk to my knees, dozing off from the natural fatigue that came with such late hours, when I heard the fridge opening. With a start, I burst through and into the living room, frantically scanning for the intruder. The door to the guest room hit the wall from being thrown open, and I took chase, almost sliding out of control as I gripped the door frame and pulled myself through. 
 
 I was met with nothing. The guest room, untouched as it always was, except for the window, which now let in a chilly wind. I stuck my head out, even though I knew that there was no way this was an escape route, and looked in all directions. Still nothing. In the wake of that night, only the sounds from the street below betrayed any hints of life. 
 
 The next night, I left a letter. Crudely written in notebook paper, it sat on the countertop, folded so that it would stand, and impossible to miss. I went to sleep that night, driven only by my short temper, and though it took hours, the empty dreams took me to the morning. 
 
 ***** 
 
 *Could you AT LEAST contribute in some way instead of just barging in and doing what you want? * 
 
 ***** 
 
 I blinked repeatedly at the odd sight, shaking off the drowsiness that tempted to pull me back to sleep. The warmth and smell of freshly cooked breakfast caught me off-guard, and it took several minutes of examination before I relaxed enough to eat the simple meal. A freshly grilled cheese sandwich and eggs. Sunny-side up, just as I preferred. 
 
 Next to it was an empty envelope, emblazoned with a singular word in brilliant gold. I failed to suppress a grin; something about the sheer absurdity of this situation evoked a sense of amusement from me. 
 
 ***** 
 
 *Okay. * 
 
 ***** 
 
 I never saw their face. But each day, something in my apartment was always different. Displaced in some way, or clearly tampered with, my mysterious roommate made their presence known, as invisible as they were. Each morning, I would be treated to the same breakfast I always preferred. And each night, I'd prepare them a meal as well. 
 
 It's not until maybe two weeks into this odd companionship that I realized that the guest room was never dusty. Always in impeccable condition. Sometimes, very early in the day, I could swear that the sheets were still warm with the unmistakable presence of a person. 
 
 I wonder who they are.
