Silently creeping across the messy floor
Ever so quietly as not to be seen
I see what I came for, across the room
I step on something,
Cringing, I turn around
The beast is still in its naïve slumber,
Or so i though.
From nowhere,
It has me around the torso,
It looks like it may kill me in one
swift, effortless, easy movement.
"What are doing?!"
The beast screams at me.
I look at my sister and her eyes flash.
