Before any of us make a move, we both hear a sound

I had taken one step and Jeffrey had made the same move when we both stopped at the sound of a garage door opening. In unison, our heads turn to the source of the sound and with the same movement, we turn our heads back to face each other. “Upstairs, take a left, room at the end of the hall,” Jeffrey says to me. I make my way using his directions, finding the stairs and ascending them, not really noticing how each step makes my breasts bounce up and down. At the top of the steps, I make a left, finding a hallway with three doors. The nearest one is open, leading into a darkened bathroom. The next is closed and a gentle jiggle of the knob tells me it’s locked. The door at the very end of the hallway is propped open and I make my way inside, closing the door behind me.

Jeffrey makes some sort of commotion downstairs and I assume it’s because he’s gathering the clothes that I have discarded in an interrupted pseudo-striptease and first-time and first-person discovery of a female body with the eyes of a man. He opens the door and tosses me the bundle of clothes. A deep voice is heard from downstairs, calling out Jeffrey’s name. “Hide. Closet,” he tells me and closes the door behind him. I open and enter the closet, holding nothing but my shirt across my bare chest. Once I’m inside, I try to close the door but find that since I cannot find a space big enough for my petite body, the door of the closet is ajar.

I settle down my breathing, hearing the muffled noises of Jeffrey coming down the stairs and having a conversation with whoever had come home. Whatever conversation they’re having, it culminates after five minutes, and I hear what sounds like the front door opening and closing. I know it’s the front door because there was a set of chimes hanging behind the top edge of the door, emitting a sound every time it’s opened or closed.

I wait in the closet for a bit of time, before I hear the sounds of footsteps come up the stairs. Sensing where they are going, I feel like they are slow in their trip to this room. Is it Jeffrey? Did the person who came home exit through the front door moments later? I sense the footsteps get closer as they near the room. The door opens, the hinges making a slight whine as the metal rubs against metal. The person in the room simply stands still, not making a move for a good long minute. I sense the person turn about-face, proceeding to walk out of the door, before I hear a notification go off on my phone. And it’s my phone slipped into the back pocket of my pants, which must be strewn across the floor.

There is a slight shuffle, and I see through the crack of the door my phone being held aloft, though any alteration to my position in the closet to see whose hand is connected to the phone would cause me to open it more than it currently is. So, I freeze, long enough to see my phone disappear from view, but unfortunately, something is dislodged off a shelf behind me, the object clattering to the floor of the closet.

The door is promptly opened, revealing…