unlikely raze it never fails, he said. if i'm going to the bathroom, i have to open the shower curtain so i know no one's hiding behind it. when i'm trying to get to sleep, i'm on my right side at first. then i turn on my left side and start hearing things. not anything that's really there. just whatever's happening with my hearing or in my head. ever since the break-in, i'm afraid of someone showing up in my room to kill me when my back is to the door, though i know it's unlikely. i can't look out in the hall. if i see the red bin on top of the photocopier, i have to remind myself what it is. that it isn't something that wasn't there before. sometimes i hear you up. and i think: now i gotta make sure he's okay. i listen for the toilet to flush. sometimes i hear it. sometimes i don't. if i get really paranoid and see someone who isn't there, i go through the house. i get up. i look. living room. kitchen. and that's my nighttime routine. 230804 what's it to you? who go blather from