You know nothing has moved from where you left it, the door’s still locked from the last time you checked, and the stove’s off, too.
You try not to check. You sit in bed and hug your knees to your chest and breathe deep. You just need to think rationally.
You want to throw up. The door’s wide open, your precious possessions are lost, and the oven is going to set your house on fire.
You check. All clear. You feel peace for a while. You think you can sleep.
—You forgot about switching the light off and on five times—