My Demise

My demise at the hand of a stranger was a monstrous idea so of course it woke me up at two a.m. My heart was beating so hard, I felt like I was being stalked I heard something creak outside on the stairs Was a burglar or a rapist out there, creeping? I could feel my heart beating in my throat. Was my bedroom door locked? I held my breath listening harder now. An intricate pitter patter of footsteps came into play. It was my dog, Chet. I felt relieved. It took me awhile to get back to sleep. I dreamt of a piranha eating my hand. the tale was lamentable, and seemed super real. I woke up to soulful eyes. My dog had somehow got the door unlocked. So much for any sleep the rest of tonight. Just beyond the dog I saw the shadow of a man. I was too frightened to scream. So I sat in silence, waiting for the end to come.