Metal in Honey

Chapter Three

It was then I decided to meet you, in person. Stepping quietly through your home to the base of the stairs. My trial by fire. I raised my boot and gently pressed my weight onto the first step. So far so good. The second and third steps both betrayed you and hid my ascension. It was the fifth step, that squeaked and groaned out with a deafening silence that followed, when we both knew you suspected something. This is your home, of course you know what noises the house makes when you sneak around, trying to make as little noise as possible. You are shy aren't you?

I heard you then, the bed springs squealing and the footsteps on the hard wooden floor and something slide across it. Going somewhere? I slowly continued up the stairs, turns out it was just the one stair that defended you, warned you against your impending visitor. And then I stood, on the landing staring at your door. So close. You stopped making noises. I hope you're ready, I'm practically drooling to meet you. My boots thudded and their shadows crawled closer as you watched under the door until they stopped at your door.

I could hear you breathing. A soft, trembling thing. Broken only by gasps, almost sobs. Were you even trying to keep quiet? I bet you tried to cover your mouth with your hand, or even tried to smother your face with a blanket just to muffle your little whimpers. It was cute that you tried. But this moment was fated to happen the moment I saw you in your window, and you didn't see me, and you chose to go to sleep.