Lights Out!

I realized that I had fallen asleep on the couch. My throat and hands were all dry. I had a book in my hand and a pen in the other. I turned on a fan but it seems that it wasn't working. No wonder I was sweating so much. I shifted my head towards the clock but it wasn't moving. I meticulously stood up to not make any noise. My cell phone's battery had been drained. As I moved toward the window, I noticed that not a single street light was on, except the ones on the other streets. I immediately spotted a group of technicians with a ladder but then a couldn't see any further because they were under my building. A transformer must of been damaged or some idiot crashed his car into one of those posts.

I knew it was late at night, but didn't know the exact time. As I turned around I accidentally stepped on one of my dog's toys. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hallway. This will surely come out as planned, I thought. I already knew that it was grandpa. Because of the fact that he was the only one in the house besides me. Though the rhythm of his footsteps seemed unusual to me. I have always been well-aware when it comes to studying people and their movement. I start to remember that he had told me he takes midnight sleep walks, so that figures it must be around midnight.

A flashlight turns on and I held my breath. I wouldn't want to get in his way due to the fact that he has dementia, which would cause him to attack me at first sight. Becoming one, the darkness assimilated me. I used my advantage of having a black shirt. He knew that someone was out there. Next, he gave up trying to look for the intruder and reached for his phone. He called someone with a deep voice, kind of like a business man. Dissension occurred when his tone of voice grew to an angry one. He was discussing about some stocks the man across the phone had bought.

With my book in my hand and pen in my mouth to restrict myself from breathing I quietly slipped by him and prayed he wouldn't notice. Which he didn't. I waited for him to raise his voice up again so I could open my door which makes a lot of noise when it opens and closes. I felt proud of myself, getting into my room and not letting him catch me. I would have surely be lionized by my bold acts if anyone were to have watched this.