I wasn’t …
hanging from the artwork
drinking milk out of Bob’s cereal bowl
climbing the curtains
knocking books off the shelf
rubbing my butt on Gina’s homework
licking the plates in the sink.
walk across Dianne’s laptop and delete a page of her manuscript
stick my whole head in Marie’s glass of soda water (the bubbles were startling, but then I kind of liked them)
unlock the front door
steal Bob’s sunglasses
take the drain stopper out of the sink and carry it down the hall
photobomb Dianne’s Skype visit with a classroom
sneak into Sorcia’s Cone of Shame while she was sleeping and terrorize her.