One Sunny Afternoon

It was a sunny afternoon and I was futzing around in the back bedroom that I use for an office when I heard a slight noise in the kitchen. Or maybe it was a sensation that the atmosphere had subtly changed. I walked to the kitchen and stopped in my tracks at the doorway: The patio door was open and a man was standing just inside my kitchen.

He was younger and shorter than me and had a narrow, weaselly face under a bushy head of hair. I said, "Who the fuck are you?" and he charged straight at me.

Then I woke up.