In movies you always hear the glass break. That’s what wakes you up like a jolt, the sound of your home being broken into. I never heard glass breaking somewhere across the house. I didn’t have time to wake up and realize what was going on. I didn’t have time to hide or run away. I woke up to footsteps, in my bedroom, at the foot of my bed. Someone had already gotten in and was in here with me and was slowly making their way from the doorway to my closet. That’s where I keep the gun. Instead of making a break for it I try to remember to breath.