Pushing my door open and stepping into my warm apartment, I set my bag on the stand at the side and slip off my heels and leather jacket.
With my heels still in my hands, I walk further into the apartment eager to just sink into the warmth and comfort of my bed after a tiring day at work.
I feel my heart stop when I hear the sound of snoring coming from the couch.
Looking around for a weapon..
Geez, Emma, you have a weapon in your hands….
Great, my heels will do the trick.
My statue isn't exactly intimidating so I need these heels to scare off the intruder.
I can't flip the switch right now, if I do so, I would be waking the intruder and if I do so it will be the death of me. I will just use the city lights coming through my kitchen window as a source of light.
