It's quiet here in the early morning hours. The only sound is the ping that water makes as it drips from the tap onto the porcelain of the tub. I took a shower at 4 am to warm me up. I'm cold again and my hair isn't even dry. I'm tired but I can't sleep. I'm lonely with only the glow of my computer screen to keep me company.
It's too quiet here this morning. It's quiet enough for me to hear the noises of the house. The groans and howls and pops that I rationalize away as "the wind outside" or "the house is shifting" but am irrationally afraid of anyway. I consider bolting from the desk and waking Jason up, but something keeps me here. Someone is watching me. Someone is here. I clear my throat just to prove to myself that I still have some control over the situation. It doesn't help.
"Jason?", I enquire, hopefully.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. I try to steady my breathing but I'm shaking a little. I wish I wasn't sitting in the dark.
I look around the desk for a weapon, for anything that will make me feel braver. All I find is a pen, which I purposely drop on the floor. I edge the chair away from the desk, bend over and pick up the pen. I catch movement out of the corner of my eye.
I jerk myself back up, heart racing. What have I seen? A mouse? A shadow? A burglar?
I am trying not to cry. I am trying not to have a panic attack. I am trying just to reclaim my thoughts and not let my imagination go crazy. I'm doing a poor job of all three. And then, I feel a hand on my shoulder. It gives me a squeeze, hard, and I know I must obey it. I must turn around to face my fears...
He is tall, and solid, and dressed in black. Only his eyes are not covered, and they meet mine with such a piercing, menacing look that I have to look away. I realize that he and I are not alone in the room. There are other men just like him: tall, dark, and threatening.
I fear that my heart will pound right out of my chest. I wonder if I should scream, or if I even could. The men begin to move around. I don't know what their intentions are, and at the moment I don't care. I know the best way to help myself is to calm down, so I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. The alarm bells in my head stop going off long enough for me to realize there is music in the room.
I open my eyes, slowly, painfully, saying my prayers, and....
Everybody was kung-fu fighting
those jerks were fast as lightning
In fact it was a little bit frightening,
but they fought with expert timing...