Habit
As stupid as it sounds, as drunk as I was, I still did it every night. Just before I would go into my room, I glanced at your doorway. I guess I kept hoping the door would be slightly ajar, or there’d be a light coming from underneath it. I kept imagining that you had somehow snuck in, and you were waiting behind the door to surprise me.
I shook my head angrily and walked into my room. Logically, I knew you wouldn’t just hide in your room after coming back.
You were hiding in my room.
Sneaky little bastard.