Panicked

She turns on the TV and stays vigilant as she watches the news. I don't think she really thought that someone is in the house, maybe just her routine after getting out the shower. The news was broadcasting a breaking news alert with my name blasted over the screen. I am the alleged accomplice in yesterday's shooting. My mother was on TV saying come home and turn yourself in. But I believe it's too late, and I am to deep in. I had to let everything play out first. See if any survivor would come forward and relieve me. I wasn't going to put my trust in America's justice system.
I try to wait her out, but I guess she was not getting any sleep before work. She stays up looking at an old re-run of Seinfeld.
My legs are starting to cramp up in the closet. I need a new location. I start to watch the show with her to keep my mind off my legs going dead. Every time her eyes close, my head and eyes nod off too. Right when she let off the first snore.
"No soup for you!" the TV rings out.
A box of shoes falls to the floor. Her eyes open wide and her stare is dead on me. My heart skips a beat as my whole body stands solid. She gets up and walks to the closet. I'm hid behind an old dress. She opens the door and places the shoebox back on the shelf, turns around, and jumps back on the bed. I am officially scared. She leaves the closet doors open, while I'm stuck crutch down on the floor with an old woman's dress draped over me. She finally turns the TV off and goes fast to sleep. There was no way I am getting out of this house until she goes off to work.