As he sat down, he looked out the window. A thick fog had rolled in overnight, obscuring everything beyond a few meters. He could barely see his car parked out front.
He stared at the fog and saw the thief lurking inside. They crept toward the edge of the darkness, creeping closer and closer. As he watched, they raised their hands to open the window.
Jay reached for his gun. He aimed at the glass pane, but the thief had already vanished.
He stood up, drenched in a little sweat, and ran to his bedroom. He rummaged through his clothing drawers, looking for his shoes. He found a pair, stuffed his feet into them, and slipped out the door.
***
John Doe lay awake in bed. He tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. He felt uncomfortable sleeping without his wife again. She was always close by.
He glanced around the room, hoping to find something to help him feel safe. But he only had his clothes and his blanket. Even his pillow was missing.
