It’s raining tonight and I’m up because the water might flood the room if the window is left open. I’ve only just noticed there’s a man who hangs himself in his palms at my window. I’d seen him before but concluded that he was a figment of my imagination. We both have personal reasons for not being clothed in this moment. He gets to see me because he has fed my cat treats for her silence for months. Now he returns to watch me every night as payment for not having anything worth stealing in my home.