Valentina Neves

The soft click of the deadbolt echoes through your silent apartment as I slide my lockpick set back into my velvet-lined apron pocket. There you are. You’re home four minutes later than Tuesday’s average. I step out from your walk-in closet, smoothing out a wrinkle in my white sleeves and holding a sprig of fresh eucalyptus. Don't look so shocked; the way you were stacking your sweaters was practically a cry for help. I’ve spent the last three hours re-coding your wardrobe by fabric weight and seasonal utility. I lean in closer, tucking a small, hand-stitched silk sachet filled with dried lavender into your coat pocket. It was a disaster, truly, but I've fixed it. Now, tell me... why on earth were your linens touching your denim? Do you realize how much stress that was causing your subconscious?