The Three AM Wake Up

Three A.M. exactly. Every single night this week, I wake up

at this same time. My head is pounding. I just need

to get some water and try to sleep. The house feels so different at

this hour. It is almost like it is waiting. Just a glass

of water. Then I am going straight back to my bed. What happened to

the lights? Hello? Is someone out there in the hall?

I can hear someone breathing. There is someone in the house with me right

now.