Gun-Toting Sleepy-head
Sound. Sound. Bad sound. Door. Opening door. Danger. I sat up in bed, suddenly awake, my pulse pushing at my neck. I did hear the door. The shlink of the deadbolt, to be precise. Someone had broken in. I reached down to the space between my bed and nightstand for the automatic I kept there. Thumbing the safety off, I crept out of bed to investigate. Halfway down the hall, I realized I didn’t have my glasses on. I worried I would not be able to see who it was. I’d hate to shoot my best friend who surprised me … Continue reading →