There was a mirror on Jane’s table. I only noticed it after some time before I relived this day.
That mirror was not for her, though. She used it to scrutinize my every move.
Right then, Jane’s expression froze. “I’m just a little more sensitive than others. I get curious whenever I hear something.”
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. “So, you heard me tossing and turning last night. Then, just because you’re sensitive, you climbed into my bed to peek at me?”
Jane was speechless.
Our other roommate was quite direct with her words. “My god, Jane, were you filming a horror film?”
I lowered my head. “That’s right. Last night, I couldn’t sleep after I saw her peeking through the curtain. This was despite turning on the night light the whole time.”
She could pretend to be an angel, but I could also play the victim card.
She was not the only person who had learned some tricks from TV shows!
Jane became a bit frantic and immediately shook her head. “No, that’s because you’re too competitive. I heard the sound of flipping pages.”
I continued, “Since I couldn’t sleep, I started to read so that I could fall asleep again.”
Our two roommates stared disapprovingly at Jane.
One of them said, “Can you send me the link? I don’t want to be frightened in the middle of the night.”
The other roommate said, “Me too! Me too!”
Jane’s expression darkened as she watched all three of us switch to privacy curtains.
Of course, the curtains themselves would not be able to stop her.
Two days later, our roommate, Penny Dunne, walked in just as I was about to head out.
She saw me and simply asked, “You’re heading out?”
