We are alone in the universe.
It is very relaxing.
Why even bother wearing clothes? I get up when I want, eat when I want. The universe stretches down the hallway, to the bathroom and the kitchen. I do have enough room to swing a cat though, but she doesn’t like that.
I like to switch all the lights off and watch the windows across the street. I munch on Hula Hoops and see the fleeting movements of a family of shadows on the yellow curtains. One time, the curtains parted slightly and I caught the fraction of a face and the glint of an eye for a hot second. That was brilliant! Yes! I noted it down in my little book, then put it back under the loose floorboard. I crack open a can and a packet of nuts, chuckling to myself in the dark.
I have a recurring dream during this stakeout, where I walk to the far wall and gently press my hand through that wall, all the way in, up to the wrist. I turn my head around to look at the opposite wall, and there, wriggling its little fingers, is my very own hand. Thats how small the universe is.
Waking up suddenly in my vantage point one night, I realise that the cat is attempting to stick both of her paws up my nostrils, and also, someone is pelting something at my window.