The Roommate

The Roommate


Alina Happy Hansen


The snake slithers across the floor, touching no one. Hidden under the floorboards, it is a silent occupant in this house. I have only seen it a couple times but each time was a vivid and odd experience. The first time, I was in the kitchen sipping my morning coffee and he slithered in from the living room glanced at me with disdain and slithered out. The second time, I was sitting on the toilet, part of my morning routine before leaving for work, I heard him before I saw him, hissing and sliding across the floor. The door was open a crack and I saw as it was gently pushed open, his small face poked in to look at me in disgust then disappeared. I don’t mind this guy, we don’t have mice anymore but I’m starting to wonder how a snake got in the house in the first place.


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