Literature
Late Night Mystery
My mostly-closed eyes gaze at the "3:30 AM" displayed on my alarm clock.
My ears process the loud thump that shattered my serene sleep.
My blurry brain, functioning below half-capacity, orders my body to rise.
My stiff legs find my slippers after a few missteps, and forward I go.
My heart runs a marathon when I open my bedroom door and hear a loud gasp.
My baggy eyes see a shadow fleeing the kitchen.
My ears, rising in alertness, catch the sound of footsteps fading away.
My brain, slowly raising its processing levels, starts to ponder what's going on.
My legs guide my feet into something wet, prompting me to turn on the lights.
My worked-up