The old man across the hall.

My heart beats hard in my chest, my pulse racing as I think about that smirk on my neighbor's face.

My mind cant help but go back to the way he looked in his polo shirt and slacks, he always seemed to have a bit of a fatherly look about him. For a split second, I can almost feel him wrapping his arms around me, pulling me into his lap to cuddle me.

My eyes widening at my train of thought, I turn toward the door, looking out the peep hole, but I can see no sign of my neighbor.

Maybe that's it? Maybe he just went back into his apartment and will go on with his day as if nothing ever happened?