We have a mouse.
Had, maybe. We had a party one night, see. I should’ve thought to tell him beforehand.
I caught a glimpse of him, once, in between the people talking and people drinking and people filling my space. He was in the kitchen, sat quietly on the table. He was watching a couple pour drinks, flirt, laugh. His head tilted left to right to left as he watched them talk in turn. Tilted down when the boy placed his hand on the girl’s arm.
When I thought to find him again the party was over.
I haven’t seen him since.
