It waited until the right time. Silently patient. Scared all but me. I didn’t see. I couldn’t see.
The dreams began. Long and dark. Like abandoned hallways. Brick walls without light. Hopeless. Bleak. Terrifying.
The mice taunted. They owned the night. The breeze didn’t come into the darkness. Wouldn’t come. An oven of misery. The eyes watched patiently.
The toaster sat on a wooden shelf. He took his breakfast and left. The toaster had plans. Sat silent until the smoke came. She slept.
The smoke got thicker. The door slammed. She awoke. She was saved.