Someone knocked this morning at 4:50 a.m. I awoke to their bones cracking against my door. This has only happened once before, I didn't open then either, not my eyes or the door. It was a pleasant alleviation from some overlapping dreams. 'There's too much lace on this bra, I'm embarrassed to be wearing it.', I wasn't talking to anyone, just standing on my bare mattress with all the lights off.

I imagined unlocking the door and lying punctured on the ground. With every breath something reverberating inside me, both on inhalation and exhalation, some arrhythmia above my chest.

Yes, some heart condition.

I conjured an 8 foot tall man stooping through the door, too dark to make out his face, just a delineation of his frame. He walked in and the door was gone. He knelt with one leg on either side of my thighs, positioning himself before lurching forward a few frames too quickly. A body whose conventional weight would have suffocated me, his chest muffling any breath left, felt no heavier than a duvet, pulled out of a wooden chest for the frigid winter months.