Primary Intruder (Mini Story #6) by Patrick Firth

        The hulking shape of the man stopped when the door cracked and the light from the hall lamp struck his reaching fingers. My drawers were open and clothes flung into piles. My initial impression was one of disorder, the clean lines of folded apparel now erased in the crumpled heaps. But after another moment of consideration, I realized that this was merely one form of order imposed on the other; this order being that of colour. Red socks with red evening jackets. White underclothing with white blouses. And it was this epiphany that led to another. Namely, this must be the eccentric captain of the ship, "Primary Currents," whose red, blue, and yellow hull had docked two evenings previous.