My apartment door opened and closed at 1:20 AM last Thursday, then my digital keycard checked into a motel six hours away, all while I slept.
My Tuesday morning began like any other, until I opened my phone's photo app. Instead of hike pictures, I found forty new photos: a motel room in Harmony Creek, six hours northeast. The last image was a mirror selfie of *my* face, holding *my* phone, but I was asleep in my bed the entire time.