My father’s piercing scream invaded my dream.
“Hey!” I heard him shout, “Get the hell outta here!”
Dad yelled at the top of his lungs from the living room where I found him pushing against the door. “Help me!” he cried. “Someone’s trying to break in!”
Soon we heard footsteps running down into the basement.
Mom called 911.
The burglar escaped through the back door.
The intruder invaded my dream that day, but years later he still lives in my head. Each night before retiring, I check the deadbolt locks twice on the front door, fearing that he might return.
“Hey!” I heard him shout, “Get the hell outta here!”
Dad yelled at the top of his lungs from the living room where I found him pushing against the door. “Help me!” he cried. “Someone’s trying to break in!”
Soon we heard footsteps running down into the basement.
Mom called 911.
The burglar escaped through the back door.
The intruder invaded my dream that day, but years later he still lives in my head. Each night before retiring, I check the deadbolt locks twice on the front door, fearing that he might return.
