footsteps in the hallway
moving steadily then stopping
outside my apartment
I jump up from the couch, run softly to the door, and look through the peephole. I see only his big blue eye staring back at me. I know he can't see me, yet my heart races.
Is it my turn?
I step back, then stand frozen as he gently jiggles the doorknob. He tries a key, but the door stays locked.
footsteps in the hallway
moving steadily away
i am safe this time
My turn will come another day, maybe tomorrow, maybe a year from now.
I walk back to the couch. My MacBook Pro is still open to Netflix. Maybe tonight something funny...