Last night, I locked my bedroom window.
This morning, it was open.
I live on the third floor. There’s no balcony. No ledge. The only other person that has a key is in Florida. I checked my camera—motion blur at 2:14 a.m., and then static. It came back online at 2:16, but it looked... foggy. Like the lens had condensation, except everything was too still. Too quiet.
I asked my neighbor if she heard anything weird last night. She said no, but her baby was crying again. Same time as last week. Same time as the static.
I can feel something trying to press through. Like a thought I almost remember. Or a memory that isn’t mine.
Also: Has anyone ever heard of a flower that grows backwards? Asking for a friend.
—V
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