About Last Night

I woke up around midnight last night because I'd heard a sound. It was definitely the sound of a door closing. And then I heard footsteps in the hallway. My heart started pounding. I threw off my covers and opened my bedroom door. It was dark and hard to see, but the light from behind me in the bedroom was enough to show that there was no one there. I turned and started to go into the living room. That's when I saw that my front door was open. I turned and peered into the dark living room, and I could see a man standing by my bookcases. I tried to yell at him, but words wouldn't come out of my mouth. I kept trying, making ridiculous sounds, and as he took a step towards me I was absolutely sure that he was going to kill me, and that I would be helpless to stop him.

And then I woke up. My first thought was, "I am an old man now. I should have a gun to protect myself with." My second thought was, I really want to be married again." A few minutes later I'd gotten over both of those thoughts. For the nonce, at least.