There's a Man in My Room

There's a man in my room.

Hiding in the day, he comes to me only at night.  He seems polite, even lightly rapping on the wall to let me know he has come again.  At first I was frightened, and thought I was going crazy, but when the sun came up he was always gone.  But I can still smell him in the air...

There's a man in my room.

He stands behind the television, over by the closet.  I tried rearranging my room, putting the dresser in his place, but when I wake up I see he has moved it out of his spot.  The carpet is warm where he stands, even when I can't see him.

There's a man in my room.

He is very quick.  If I turn on the lights he hides in the shadows.  I don't think I want to see his face anyway, but his eyes glow like a cat's in the dark.  I would try to talk to him but I am scared he would talk back.  My girlfriend can't see him, and she doesn't understand why we don't make love at night.  When we lay together I can see him watching.

There's a man in my room.  

He is getting impatient.  If I ignore him he pounds on the walls, and has started unplugging the lamp at night.  He wants me to know he is watching, but doesn't want me to see.  It is very cold in my room now, and I only feel safe under the warm comfort of heavy blankets.  They are my only protection in the dark.

There's a man in my room.

He started making noises in the daytime.  While doing dishes I can hear him humming in my bedroom.  I run in, hoping to catch him while the sun is still up and I feel in control.  But as always, he hides when I come in.  I have bad headaches now.

There's a man in my room.

I started staying at my girlfriend's apartment, but when I come home my room is torn apart.  He does not like it when I am away.  I spend hours cleaning up the chaos, and I know he is watching me the whole time.  My dog won't come into my room anymore, and sometimes his barking wakes me up late at night.  I don't sleep much anymore.

There's a man in my room.

When I get in bed it is already warm.  I can tell that he was there.  I put up a listing for the house, but that was a mistake.  Now I can't find my dog, and I know I never will.  He is punishing me for leaving him.  I took the listing down, and I'm afraid of how far he will go.  I think I see him in the daytime, but when I turn to look at him he hides.  He's not afraid of the light anymore.

There's a man in my room.

When I close my eyes he gets closer.  I can hear his shallow breathing, but I only pull the covers higher over my head.  I haven't slept for days now, and I miss my dog.  It has been weeks since I spoke to my girlfriend, and she thinks I am on drugs.  Sometimes I wake up with bruises, and try to rationalize how they got there.  I don't want to believe he can touch me.

There's no one in our room.

Everything is just fine.  We must have been imagining things.  We never leave our room anymore.  This is our home.  We can't see the light anymore.