I sort of liked him slender not much taller than me, twitchy. Black straggly hair. Shirt buttoned up mother picked. But I was hiding and the phone wouldn’t stop. Loud and I picked it up to shut it up. I could hear voices and depressed the off to conceal any reception. Then shut the door for further insulation. Looked at the ceiling. Waited then crawled back on my belly to the door. Cracked it to make sure he wasn’t still outside of the sliding glass. I could see him. He was inside. On the floor in the living room. Asleep waiting for me to return.