Marietta
I broke out a wooden rod from the hanging rod. My fingers grasped around it tightly. I strode out of my room, my steps gentle, but the board did creak under my weight.
A loud sigh exuded from the person's lips, audible enough for me to hear. Wow! The audacity of the intruder.
My other hand clutched the thick blanket in my left hand as I tiptoed down the short stairs.
I saw a tall, broad figure against the night lights, his silhouette visible.
He looked quite relaxed, staring out through the glass walls and staring at the bustling night view.
I puffed out the anxious air locked in my chest and moved forward. The rod was tight against my sweaty palm.
Without giving it one last thought, I broke into a fast run. A war cry echoed through the house.
I spread the blanket wide and
