SELENE
The break-in still bothered me. I kept coming back to it no matter how hard I tried to push it aside.
I had checked everything twice before getting into bed, running my hands over every surface, opening every drawer and closing it again.
It hadn't helped, sleep had come in pieces and left just as quickly, and I woke up early the next morning with a heavy, unsettled feeling sitting in my chest like something I had swallowed wrong.
I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time and stared at the floor, the room felt different now, not in any way I could point to clearly, but the feeling was there. The sense that the one space that had been fully mine no longer felt entirely safe.
Everything else was starting to pile on top of that feeling too, being caught in the middle of so much
