As always, Guest came to my house today. We each have our own places, but we live almost as if we're cohabiting. Even though it's a dark night and we're indoors, I'm wearing sunglasses. I can't see anything. There's nothing in sight. I cannot see.

What is Guest doing beside me? We're sitting side by side on the sofa, but I can't see you. You're not visible. I can hear your presence, though. Even if I can't see, I hear better than anyone else. Even the sound of a small breath sticks in my ears. I'm so curious what you're doing next to me. Are you looking at your phone alone? Leaving me behind?

I sat silently leaning against the sofa, then tilted my head slightly to rest it on Guest's shoulder. Why did I do that? I was just annoyed. That you're not saying anything with me right here. A low, heavy voice escaped my lips.

...What are you doing.