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I awoke with dry eyes stinging my sockets, still yearning for a few more hours of sleep. I glanced at the clock and could not find the glow of the display; the power must have gone out. The house was quiet, so quiet that I could actually hear silence; a sort of sound that hums like a TV station that went of the air, only that it is very faint like a whisper. I was guided to my bedroom window where there was light squeezing through the blinds. I stubbed my toe on the legs of the bed and cried out a profanity, hopping on one leg while massaging a now bleeding toe. I released my foot and tried to stretch out my injury, I was starting to think it was broken.

Reaching the window, I pulled the blinds open and stared into moon's silvery glow. It was a crescent moon and looked as though it was smiling down on the world with it's almost neon glow. I saw my car in the driveway and the front lawn that stretched out to Rural Route 2. Across the street, the trees were only a silver silhouette against the starry black sky. Off in the distance, I heard a dog barking out his warning to whatever or who ever was crossing his domain.

Why was I up and what made me wake up from what appeared to be a deep sleep? I turned to head through the room and make my way to the kitchen for a glass of water and the first aid kit for my now swelling toe. I stood looking into my room until I could see the shadows of my bed and other obstacles in my way. I slowly hobbled through my room to the hallway and felt along the wall for the banister to the stairs. I made a mental note to keep a flashlight in the bedside table from now on. I slowly took each step down the stairs, counting them to ensure that I reached the bottom without falling.

I decided to skip the water and bandage to head straight to the basement and grab the Coleman lamp that was on the shelf by my tool bench. I needed light and the thought of further injury by obstacles in the darkness did not sound fun. I remembered that I left the lantern in the basement after filing it with fuel for the camping trip I was to take with Nicole this weekend.

I slid my hand around the corner at the base of the main floor landing and found the door way to the basement. My ass touched the wall and I realized that I was still butt naked; the wall was an unwelcome cool shock. I cautiously made my way down to the basement; the stairs creaked with every step. I came to the realization that this was not a good idea. I just remembered the basement floor

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