The third point of view.
A noise startled her peaceful sleep.
Emily's eyes snapped open when she heard the door to her place click open. Had a burglar managed to break into her place?
Her room was dim due to the fact she hated sleeping with strong lightning at night.
Heart pounding against her chest yet alert, she adjusted her eyes to the little light while feeling her way around and finally managed to take off the bat from the pegboard hook on the wall.
For a moment, Emily was grateful she had played baseball since childhood, seems like the skill would come in handy now.
Walking on tiptoes, she carefully stepped out of her room after making sure the door didn't creak. If the burglar was in her house, then he would most likely be in her living room, so she headed there.
