I yawned and rolled over to check my alarm clock. 3 AM.
Damn. I was hoping to get a bit more sleep tonight. I reached over and grabbed my phone to check my messages.
That's strange, there's no reception. Must be the cheap router acting up again. Guess I'll try it later.
I roll back over onto my stomach and begin to drift back to sleep when the sound of a window being shattered rings throughout the house.
My heart pace quickens and I quietly get up and run over to lock the bedroom door. I stand as still as I can and try to listen for any other sounds. I hear the crunching of glass as if someone were walking through it without a care as to how much noise they're making.
I stand there frozen in fear. I'm wearing nothing but a pair of pink panties and a tank-top. The rest of my clothes are in the washing machine downstairs. I have nothing but a few small bottles of nail polish and an alarm clock to use as a weapon. I consider trying to move my bed in front of the door but decide to wait and see if the stranger tries to come upstairs to my room.
Suddenly, I hear the stomping of feet on the stairs. I panic and attempt to push my bed.
Too heavy. I need to think of something else. Quick.
I search my room frantically for something to block the door. I look to the big dresser standing across from the door.
With a burst of adrenaline, I tip the dresser over far enough that it'll delay the intruder. I've bought myself a minute or two but now they know I'm here. The door is made out of cheap plywood and won't hold up if they decide to break it down.
