November 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
That night, I awoke to a rustling sound. I sat up in bed. My husband was snoring. Thinking I had probably heard the cat, I was about to lie back down when I heard the noise again. I got up, pulled on my orange bathrobe, and went to investigate.
I peered into my son’s bedroom. He was asleep; the cat was asleep next to him.
I heard the noise for a third time, and realized it was coming from downstairs. I picked up the hairdryer from the bathroom shelf and slowly, quietly made my way down the steps.
Someone wearing a blue hoodie was standing near the bottom of the stairs. I prepared to launch the hairdryer at the intruder’s head when he said, “You feel like taking a little trip, Miss Marla?”