When my panic kicked in after a solid eight hours of sleep I fell out of bed in a tangle of Blankets. My pillow landed on my stomach. I just kinda laid on the floor until I remembered Annett waiting for me in bed yesterday. Faster than i've ever moved I jumped up and searched my room from top to bottom. Nothing. Annett wasn't in my room. Did I imagine it? Am I going crazy? I started to rationalize. I was tired and scared last night. I just imagined it. I paused my rationalizing to realize that the house smelled like bacon and potatoes. Did mom come back early? I walked down stairs and froze in the kitchen doorway. Standing at the stove making bacon and potatoes is Annett. I have no protocol for this. What do you do? Annett turned around and smiled. “Did you sleep well darling? I made bacon and potatoes. I would have made bacon and eggs. But you don't like eggs.” How did she know I didn't like eggs? How did she even get in here? Did she crawl through a window?

“How did you get in here?” She smiled like this wasn't breaking and entering.

“The spare key under your doormat.” Without another word I opened the front door, grabbed the spare key from under the mat, and without hesitation threw it down the kitchen sink.