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I live with Tom and Jennifer, in their spacious home, without their knowledge. Although I’m intimately acquainted with every aspect of their lives, I’m a complete stranger to them. I come and go without detection, I hide in confined spaces, and I’ve mastered the art of being still for long periods of time.

Earlier tonight, I hid naked and motionless in their bedroom, waiting for them to go to bed. Once they were asleep, I slipped out of my hiding place, and I hovered over them in the dark. I brought my face close to Jennifer’s and I felt her warm breath on my ear. The sweet smell of her hair filled my nostrils. This is how I feel love.

I made my way down the hall, past the room with the empty crib, and I proceeded downstairs to prepare a light meal. As I write this, I’m relaxing in the privacy of a tastefully decorated living room. At around 6:30am, I’ll take my usual position behind the couch as I wait for them to leave for work.

I took great care selecting Tom and Jennifer as my housemates. It took months of consideration to determine our arrangement is a “good fit”. I spent hours exploring family photos, medicine cabinets, and even underwear drawers before I made a commitment. I was looking for a childless couple with clean lifestyles and high moral standards. I was looking for a house with enough space for everyone, and all the amenities I’ve grown accustomed to.

Over the years, I developed a detailed routine to meet my needs within Tom and Jennifer’s schedule. I use Tom’s side of the bathroom for my meticulous hygiene/grooming rituals. Jennifer and I are both strict vegetarians, and there’s always plenty of healthy food choices for us to share. I exercise and meditate daily in our basement home-gym. I clean and sanitize the toilet after I use it.

I made many sacrifices to share my life with Tom and Jennifer, and I couldn’t bear to lose what we built. Eventually, I hope the room with the empty crib will be returned to a spare bedroom…like it should be. I’m a jealous lover, and I don’t want to share our home with anyone else.

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Credits to: Creepyjake

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