Last night after we said our good nights I fell asleep so hard. Apparently I really missed all of my huge pillows to snuggle up to. A couple hours later my dog’s bark woke me and I went to let her out. It was unseasonably warm so I didn’t bother throwing on my robe over my tank top and shorts. That damn helicopter was flying over my area again and it was 2am.
I walked out barefoot in the yard to see where it was going. It was loud so I didn’t hear three men come up behind me. They were all tall and muscular, dwarfing my height by nearly a foot, wearing dark clothes and what looked like pouches for weapons on their belt. “You’re not supposed to be out here,” one in the middle said to me. I was tired and grumpy so I was a little rude. “Was I suppose to let her pee in my house? She’s an old dog and never quite got the hang of using the litter box,” I snapped and rolled my eyes.