Movement in my bedroom doorway catches my attention.
I was just dozing off, not asleep but not totally awake either, when someone crosses the threshold. It’s Essie, I realize.
I really should lock my bedroom door at night. But then I wouldn’t have the privilege of these late-night visits, now would I?
Thankfully, it’s my roommate, and not say, a hungry bear. Because that would suck. Though I doubt there’s any wild bears in the city of Seattle. At least, I hope there’s not.
I gaze up at Essie as she pauses beside my bed long enough to slip off her shoes.
“Hey,” she murmurs, shrugging out of her thick down coat. “Did I wake you?”
I shake my head.
She went out with friends about the time I announced I was heading to bed. I’m sure it’s late now, maybe sometime after two, if I had to gue
