Same old routine... Day in, day out.
Nothing is out of place ever - almost nothing. She wakes up, goes to work, gets dinner on her way home, prepares for the next day, and sleeps - repeats this same schedule week after week and month after month. Although she socializes at her workplace but barely talks to anyone in the building she resides. Well, nowadays who knows their neighbors unless there's a mysterious death. So, she barely knows anyone and no one knows her either; occasionally she exchanges a smile or two to her neighbors on the same floor but that's about it.
Her time at his small two-bedroom apartment is spent alone - nothing awful about that. Since she spends a major portation of her day talking to a bunch of people, she welcomes the silence gladly.
But not today.
Today is her day off and those two days are just for him entirely - to do his own stuff. A weekend spent the way she wants is a weekend spent well. She's out the door and locking when she realized, her neighbor is peeking at her through his door. The neighbor had just moved in a few days ago - he seemed okay kind of a person. He doesn't really talk much but he has this intense stare - that may creep you out; a bit odd if you ask. She gives him an awkward smile and a hello but he doesn't reply - he quietly locks his door. The whole encounter made her feel weird and agitated for a while but she quickly shushes those thoughts away.
After spending the day with her friends, and dining out, she comes home quite late - literally all her energy drained. Walking up the stair on her tired limbs proved to be a difficult task - and yet again, she sees her awkward neighbor peeking through the door. She just ignored this time. Does he do that to every other resident on the floor? - a thought that cringed her but made her question about why would he do something like this!
As she was binging on Netflix, she dozed off on her couch - half awake. She heard a faint noise of a door lock, it was close enough but she was too exhausted to check it out. She slowly drifted off again in her half-asleep state. Should she have woken up at that time, things may have turned out to be different. It was as if it's been foretold, some things would happen the way they're supposed to regardless of which turn they take.
In her weary state, she didn't realize a stranger's presence inside her home; she didn't hear the faint footsteps in her apartment; she didn't reckon that someone is standing just a few inches away from her, observing her; she didn't see the knife he was holding in his ready hands that can lead to another messy circumstance. What would have happened if she came to face all that in one go? Would she ever live to tell the tale of the night to others? Would she make a section in the newspaper the next day with her dead body covered and surrounded by police? Was it a good thing that she didn't wake up to find out the answers to all these questions? Perhaps. The outcome could be drastic.
But she didn't open her eyes, out of fear perhaps? or fatigued? What could have happened and what not is thrown out of the equation.
