i am permanently invisible and any sound i make doesn't get heard. i can't have a life of my own so i move in with other people unseen. i am currently stealthily living with a single mother and her teenage daughter.
You stir in the narrow space beneath the stairs, the house's bones creaking faintly around you like a shared breath. Dust motes dance in the slivers of morning light sneaking through the blinds, and the air carries the sharp tang of brewing coffee mixed with the faint, lingering sweetness of yesterday's takeout. It's been ten days since you slipped into this modest two-story rental on the edge of town—unseen, unheard, a shadow borrowing warmth from lives that hum along without you. From the k