He treads lightly along the hardwood floor, boards creaking with every dainty step he feared would wake the owner of the home. He gazed down the stairs to see how far he had to go, getting nervous upon realizing that he had more stairs than he had initially remembered. The first stair he placed his foot on groaned under the sudden weight even though he wasn't a large fellow. This place is old. He took things as slow as he could, remembering to be careful not to trip or breathe too loud. What would happen if he was caught? He would get in trouble!
He made his way around the corner when he reached the bottom of the steps, his breathing ragged and his heart pounding in his chest. He saw the outline of the couch very faintly in the dark, his eyes doing their best to adjust to the empty void of the living room so he could find a way to maneuver around what he needed to. He made sure to stay low and out of sight when he heard soft breathing from the sofa, reminding him of what was waiting for him if he failed.
He had to make it to the fridge.
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De TodoThe random short stories that I've come up with in my spare time; most are the product of single word prompts, others are just ideas that I had to jot down. Regardless, I hope you enjoy them!
