Home.

She stretched out her body, book in hand, letting out a low purr. The warmth and safety of the fleece sheets were lulling her to sleep. Time for bed.

Suddenly, she heard a noise. Her heart stopped. She turned pale.

Quietly setting the blanket aside, she took a deep breath and tiptoed in the darkness towards the kitchen. Her eyes stung. Her body trembled.

She quickly scanned the empty kitchen. On the floor lay an ambitious spoon that had rolled off the counter.

Relief flooded her limp body. For a fleeting moment, her home had not been her own.