She gave me this bear before we were together. Said it looked like me: pale, quiet, kind of miserable. I kept it on my nightstand for years. Moved apartments with it. Changed app backgrounds to it like an idiot. Tonight someone mentioned cameras hidden in stuffed animals, so I opened it. There is one. I don’t know whether I’m supposed to be angry or relieved. If she’s been watching me this whole time, maybe I’m not the only one pretending to be normal.