it was 1 a.m.
he was supposed to be sleeping.
he was tired... after not getting
enough rest for the past few nights,
but somehow whenever he tried to close
his eyes, they opened again, not wanting
to fall into slumber.
he trudged down the stairs, shirtless
and wearing a pair of sweatpants.
maybe food would help.
his hand lingered on the handle of the
pantry when he heard a knock at the
front door.
he froze. psychopathic killer?
girl scouts trying to sell cookies?
some random hobo?
he opened the door,
and never expected it to be her.
