I was in bed scrolling through my Instagram feed when you snuck into my bedroom and just sat in the corner, not saying a word. I'd wanted to light a candle or something but I thought about the potential fire hazard and in general, just couldn't be bothered to do anything about you being there, uninvited.
"I know who you are and what you've done," I said.
Sounding like it required strenuous efforts from your part to utter a word, you simply asked, "well?"
In this moment of silence, I could hear you cautiously pacing your breath - as if you were trying your hardest not to disturb something, or someone, in this room.
"You are in trouble," I said as I got up and began walking towards the study, reluctant to consciously acknowledge your presence at this time of the night.
"To say the least."
"If you're attempting to sound calm you'd probably need another Xanax."
Silence, again - I felt compelled to entertain my intruder, to extend my hospitality.
"Can I offer you something to drink?"
"What do you have?"
"This bottle of red... but I only have these PET plastic cups. Disposable... Non-compostable, non-biodegradable."
"Save it."
Not sure if I'd said anything wrong but I sensed that you were getting up to leave.
"What is it?" You asked.
"2015 Merlot... The Velvet Devil."
"... Provenance?"
"Washington State... What?"
"That'll do, I think. Take care."
I was about to say something but, honestly? Between you and me, it wouldn't actually be necessary at this point in time.
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