-Jacey-
It was when the smoke detector went off that I realized something was wrong.
I sat up in bed and blinked at the darkness. Caleb wasn’t home yet, and I’d decided to take a little nap before he arrived just in case he was in the mood for rigorous after dinner activities.
Confused, I went to the door, but the handle was hot. My third grade fire safety knowledge came rushing back to me all at once, and I knew not to open the door. Smoke began pouring up from under the bottom of the door, however. Panicking, I reached for one of Caleb’s sweaters and rolled it up on the carpet to block the incoming smoke.
Then I backed to the window. I tried to open it, thinking I could at least get the smoke out of the room and maybe be in position if a firefighter came up looking for me. But the wi
