(Malory)
It’s late –it’s dark and cold and late. My house is in complete darkness when I get home from work. I didn’t expect to stay so late but the diner was especially busy tonight.
I unlock the door. I step inside. I switch on the light. I drop my bags. I take off my scarf. I drag my way into the kitchen to get a drink of water.
I just want to sleep.
I head straight to my room. I flop onto my bed –I didn’t even attempt to put the light on.
I lie there in silence and close my eyes for about three minutes.
I feel myself drifting… drifting… drifting… when-
-THUD!
My eyes open suddenly.
I jump off my bed in a hassle and come to a stand.
The thudding doesn’t stop –it’s coming from downstairs.
Someone’s in my house?
I pace the floors searching blindly in the dark of my room for something –anything.
Anything that can be used as a weapon…
If I switch the light on, I’d immediately make myself a target.