I can almost hear my heart skip a beat as I stare at him, the most primal sense of fear crawling over me, telling me to run.

And in a split second, he blinks and it's gone.

“D-David? What are you doing?”, he asks, confused, as if he had just woken up from the most peaceful sleep ever.

“I… came to check on you.” I point at the laptop. “You fell asleep with this on you. I just took it out before it crashed.”

What the hell.

“Oh.” He looks really confused now. He then realizes his headphones are still connected. “I…” He opens his mouth to speak. Stops, thinks better of it, shakes his head. Laughs a bit. “Aw shit. I must be tired. I might take a few days off; this project was really demanding.”

I stare at him, wondering. What was that in his eyes, just now? Did I imagine it? I must’ve imagined it. Right?

I stand and prepare to leave. “Well, you do that. See you later. And… take care.”

“Thanks, Dave. And for the laptop, too.” He waves lazily from the sofa.

That whole day I am left wondering about what happened that morning.

I only imagined it, right?

Right?