The sound of a door closing scares me out of my sleep and paralyzes my blood.
“Who’s there?” I pull the sheet up to my neck, fearful.
My vision is still blurry, perhaps from the fright of waking up in a strange bed and in a room that is not my own. Waking up in a different place for the first time in twenty-three years is a little scary.
Moonlight streams through the glass window that is almost my size and illuminates the room a bit.
A shadow moves beside the door.
It is the intruder.
“Who is it? Know that I will scream if you come any closer.” Even though I’m peeing my pants in fear, I try to push him away.
“I just wanted to check that you were asleep.”
It’s Dario, I know. A tiny voice deep inside me tells me it’s him.
“Dario,” my soul returns to my body, and I release my breath.
