Footsteps at Night
Then came the night when I heard soft footsteps outside our bedroom door. My heart skipping a beat, I glanced over at my husband, who was sound asleep beside me.
I felt alone, grappling with the decision to investigate. Gathering my courage, I quietly slipped out of bed.
Each step I took was cautious, echoing slightly in the stillness. With heightened alertness, I moved to uncover the source of the insistent footsteps.