But no one ever talks about the.uninvited . You don’t invite the.uninvited. That’s the point.
We talk a lot about guests in this life. The planned ones. The ones with wine bottles and wet umbrellas. We tidy the living room, hide the laundry, and light a candle that smells like sandalwood and lies. the.uninvited
When I opened the door, the chair was still. The air was 72 degrees. But my breath fogged in front of my face. But no one ever talks about the