Monday, January 8th - 1pm
When I woke up, my alarm clock read 6pm Tuesday. Something was obviously wrong with it, and I had obviously slept in. Checking my phone, I saw that it was actually 10am. Mom and Dad usually left for work before I even woke up in the mornings, so they wouldn't have realized anything was wrong.
That's when I noticed my diary on my nightstand, instead of in the drawer where I always keep it. It was open to the last entry, but it was someone else's handwriting!
I've read and re-read his entry a million times. I don't really know what to think. So much is going through my mind.
He was in my room last night. He broke into my house - into my room - and rummaged around my room while I was sleeping. Nothing looks out of place, so I guess I should be thankful he put things back where he found them.
He saw me sleeping. I sleep naked. He saw me naked. Did he think I had a cute body?
Why would I even care about that?! The creep watched me while I slept!
There wasn't anything I could do about his visit, and he didn't do anything to me. And for some reason, I wasn't freaked out as much as I thought I maybe should be about him being in my room. Yes, I was embarrassed about being seen naked, but shouldn't I be more upset by this?
After reading his diary entry one more time, I got dressed and went to the cabin. By that point half of the school day was already over, so I decided not to go in. I wouldn't be able to concentrate anyways.
As promised, he wasn't there. His stuff was gone, except for the Bluey sleeping bag. There was a note tucked into the rolled up sleeping bag.
Is "Bluey" a TV show? Is it just for kids, or is it one of those cartoons that adults watch, too? Maybe you can show it to me when I get back.
He wanted to see me when he got back.
I wanted to see him, too.