i get up out of bed and go to the window
earlier she said to me “what’s it called
when one thing is telling of the next”
i think the words what the fuck.
the vinyl drapes are down
they are what were in the closet when i moved in
and also exactly like the ones in elementary school.
i told her she was describing being predisposed
and she told me i was wrong,
which i probably was.
i go downstairs for a glass of water
and as soon as i walk out of my bedroom door
i am convinced someone is watching me
and they are probably a ghost or a dead person
and i walk down the stairs and stay close to the wall.
i wish there was a light in the fridge, but there isn’t.
i make it upstairs without incident
and stop shaking slowly.