When your mom is having a phone call, you enter a room. She doesn’t see you and talk about secrets you don’t get to know.

You enter a room where your mom is having a phone call. She doesn’t see you and you overhear a big secret that you clearly weren’t meant to. You decide that you’re going to stay put until she’s done. You sit down in a chair. A few minutes pass, and you don’t hear anything. You wait. And wait. And wait.

But then you hear a muffled giggle and see her pointing at you. You immediately stand up and walk out, avoiding eye contact with her. You walk around the corner and start walking, hoping she doesn’t notice you’re gone. You wonder if you’ve been caught, but you see no one. You make a beeline for the stairwell, hoping to find a new hiding spot.

After some careful consideration, you decide to try one of the rooms she didn’t go into.

In one of the rooms, she’s rummaging through a closet and when she spots you, she seems disappointed. You remain perfectly still, hoping she’ll leave you alone. Then, you hear a door open. You assume she’s gone, but just in case she’s hiding somewhere in the room, you decide to see what’s going on.

You look around, trying to find her, but she hasn’t moved. You know she’s still there, so you inch closer to the closet. As you draw closer, you can see her through the opened door. You don’t realize it, but she’s looking right at you. You think she’s been watching you the whole time. As soon as you make eye contact, you freeze. She quickly shuts the door and leaves the room.

You wonder what she was doing in there. Did she have a secret to tell you? Did she think you were just a spectator in the closet? Did she have an odd sense of humor?

You decide to sneak a peek in the closet, but the closet is empty. You close the door and move onto the next room.

You move onto a room with a long, curving hallway. When you’re about halfway down the hall, you hear a door open and shut. You turn around, hoping it’s a new room, but when you look behind you, you see a woman staring at you.

You immediately bolt down the hall.

You hear her footsteps behind you, but you keep going.

You turn into a small room with a window that overlooks a parking lot. You crouch behind the window and look around.

You see her move into a room to your right, but you don’t move yet. You have no idea what to do.

You crouch behind the window and try to keep your breathing slow and steady. You try to let your breathing control you. You have a feeling that if you go into panic mode, it will be much easier to catch her. You can hear her moving around, rummaging through drawers, and you remain perfectly still.

After what seems like an eternity, you hear the doorknob turn. She’s home.

She walks in. You decide to keep your breathing steady and slow. You can hear her rummaging through a few drawers, but you don’t dare move. Then, you see her head poke out from behind a drawer. You hold your breath, listening.

You hear her rummaging through the drawer again. She’s messing with something.

She notices you watching.

You stop breathing.

She turns around.

You dive behind the window.

She walks out.

When your mom is having a phone call, you enter a room. She doesn’t see you and talk about secrets you don’t get to know. I sat in the chair across from the phone. I wondered if we would talk to the same person. I wondered if it was the person I knew. Or the person I didn’t.

We talked about our husbands, our children. I talked about the mountain. He talked about the beach. He talked about the beach and I got excited, but I couldn’t talk about that yet. He talked about the beach and I got excited, but I couldn’t talk about that yet. We talked about friends and how we miss them. We talked about our jobs. I’d quit mine. He was still working. I was watching television. He was still working. I was listening to music. He was still working. We talked about our jobs. He’d quit mine. He was still working. I was watching television. He was still working. We talked about our houses. They had good and bad things about them. We talked about a friend. We talked about our jobs. We talked about our houses. They had good and bad things about them. We talked about a friend. We talked about our houses. They had good and bad things about them.

I told him about how I’d gone to visit my parents, my grandmother and my cousin in Florida. I told him how we went to the beach and how the beach was nice, but it wasn’t all that I wanted it to be. I told him how my parents’s house was beautiful and my cousin’s house was so much more beautiful. I told him how they had a pool and how he could sit and read all day and how they had a pool and how he could sit and read all day and how they had a pool. I told him how my friend had a pool and how that was different from my other friend’s pool and how he could go to the pool with my other friend’s friend and how that was different from my other friend’s friend and how my other friend’s friend had a pool and how it was a pool, but he could never go in it. We talked about our jobs. We talked about our houses. We talked about our houses.