His Home
HIS HOME He walked in the door at 5:00 a.m. The floor boards creaked even under his gentle footsteps. It was almost completely dark in the house but he knew every square inch of the layout, and didn’t need any light to maneuver his way through. The house was exactly as he knew it; exactly as he liked it. Subtle sounds comforted him - the ticking of the clock, the humming of the fridge. All was well. There was only one rude surprise: his dog food bowl was empty.