Snuggles

She snuggled into the soft blanket with a sigh. The weekend was finally here and all she needed was a glass of wine and a marathon of F.R.I.E.N.D.S, and maybe a tub of ice cream, and she was set for the night. No one was home today, and she needed the empty house to unwind. It had been a stressful week, nothing seemed to be getting better. In fact, it had been getting worse every day.

She had downed her third glass of wine and had shifted to the ice cream when she heard the door open, when no one was due for hours. Her heart panicked- an unfamiliar voice called out and footsteps were approaching quickly. She slid out of the bed, her hand reaching for her wine glass for a makeshift defence as she crouched in the closet, as the steps got louder. “Is someone here?”, he called out, sending shivers down her spine. She clutched the stem of the glass harder, her fingers white. “I know you’re here.. I have a gun. Come out.. whoever you are..”, he said. She held her breathe, as he walked towards the closet, and slowly, as the doorknob turned, she broke the glass, sweat trailing down her spine. The closet door opened slowly, the wooden hinge creaking with age. He stood there, looking at her with shock in his eyes. She stumbled up and  shoved the glass into him and ran out the house, her heart now pounding and her hands drenched in his warm blood.

She sped down the dark street, and ran till she was out of breathe. She reached into her pocket, gasping with relief that she still had her phone. “Damn it. Damn it..”, she cursed as she opened Twitter to check for posts tagged with #outallnight. She needed to find another empty house for the night.

Ananya.N.S©