While dressing, forgot that the bedroom door was open.
(Which is really no big deal, since there’s a shielding wall between the doorway and the vanity area, and only needed to put on a t-shirt anyways.)
Question: “Is our roommate home?”
Answer: “I don’t know.”
Reply: “I’m surprised at your openness.”
Stop. Put the bottle of tea tree oil down on the counter. Feet go padding softly across the floor.
“I don’t mind…”
The door clicks shut.
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