The Break-In

  I sit down on the couch

I sit alone

The room is pitch black

Except the light glow from the television

The room is silent

I hear a creak

From the door

And turn off the television

Soft rustling came

From the carpeted floor

The water turned on

Then back off again

 I shivered

 Whether it was from the outdoors

Or just from the airshaft

It fit the moment to well

I feel a hand on my shoulder

A cloth on my face

And I fall asleep

There’s a crash to the floor

In my subconscious

Jingling of a necklace

And a few coins too

The thief leaves

With another creak

The door closes

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson