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I think I must have been thinking about my cold feet that night when he showed up. Because he stood there in the doorway of my dorm and told me his feet weren’t cold. I sat there at my desk and stared at him and he stared back and I wondered how he could know what I was thinking. And then I realized he had outer space skin and a solid black top hat and tuxedo and then I thought I must be crazy. He watched me from the doorway silently and turned his head ever so slightly so that the sparkles and stars inside of him twinkled at me. I was quiet and watched him, too, my finger tapping on the spacebar of my laptop robotically.

“Hello,” I said. “Who are you?”

He reached up and with one of his sparkling, translucent black hands he lifted the top hat off of his head politely. “My name is Bibimbap,” he stated matter-of-factly, although I already felt like I knew this. I looked for his mouth when he spoke but he was too empty and black and I couldn’t find it.

“Bibimbap?” I asked. “Isn’t that a Korean food?” He nodded. I had the feeling this was his name because my roommate Jessi and I had gone out to a Korean restaurant the night before. So, naturally, his name was Bibimbap.

Bibimbap just stood there in the doorway, placing his hat back on the top of his head. He watched me again as I went back to browsing the internet while my roommates slept in the room behind me. Inside of Bibimbap’s head a star winked in the darkness.

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