The Room

         When you first walk in you see how the person likes to live. There are clothes everywhere and garbage scattered across the table. There are a few posters on the wall and some photographs of family on the nightstand. When you turn to the left you see the entertainment center with only a television and a simple dvd player.

I open the player and come to find "Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone". A better look at the table shows me a few witch books and a journal. The woman likes to keep everything in a clutter it seems. Possibly because its easier for her to stay better organized. Then, yet again, maybe she just doesn't have the time.

I walk over to her, surprisingly neat, bed and lay down.  I lay there for a few minutes and then get back up again. I smooth out all of the wrinkles my body may have made and then walk over to her dresser. As always, I start with the first drawer and work my way down. Finally, I make it to the last one. I open it and see her private collection of great arts. She has copies of everyone and everything. I never touch them, only admire. I look at the time. I have been here for over fifteen minutes. She will be home soon. Time for me to leave.

I walk to the back door and use the key I copied. I leave everything the way it is and never leave any signs. She'll never know I was here.