He had his space in the the cabin,
I had mine.
He hunted insects at night ... even other arachnida.
I keep my sheets off the floor and did not snore.
Nothing really ever came between us,
even when I found his old armor piled on the floor.
Then one morning while having coffee with Will and Stevie,
I felt what I thought was a gecko crawling inside my shirt.
The sudden bee-like sting on my bicep proved my assumption wrong.
It was my roommate who had outgrown our cabin simply saying goodbye.