![]() I wasn't some criminal or weirdo who liked watching people sleep or anything. Those dreams were the reason I'd broken in. I could smell the person's dreams from here. ![]() I stood and tugged the bottom of my fitted black tee down around my hips, taking a deep breath. I glanced down and realized I was sitting on a pile of clothes, including what appeared to be several pairs of dirty boxer shorts. ![]() A repugnant smell, like the inside of a gym locker, filled my nose. I looked up and saw a huge bed towering over me. I froze, listening for movement but heard only the soft sounds of someone sleeping. My heart felt like a jackhammer trying to break its way through my chest. Panicked by the noise I was making, I sat up, certain the bedroom's occupant would be coming at me with a baseball bat any second. The force of it knocked me off balance, and I tumbled inside, landing on my face. I gave the window another hard tug, and it came free at once, smacking the top of the frame with a loud thump. Yet there I was, perched on the ledge by my tippy toes and tugging on the stupid window that refused to budge even though I could see it wasn't locked. ![]() Especially not from the second story of a house in the suburbs. ![]() 1 Scene of the Crime Breaking and entering wasn't as easy as it looked in the movies. ![]()
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