Essay by jefferson23High School, 10th gradeA+, May 2009

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I was laying in my bed. I was wide awake, but I was trying to get back to sleep. I heard the sound of glass breaking downstairs, then the sound of footsteps. My adrenaline kicked in, and I felt threatened and angry. The footsteps were coming up the stairs. I reached under the mattress where I keep the fireplace poker in case of situations just like this. My door was closed, but I heard the footsteps proceed down the hall toward my sister’s room. I got up with the poker and went through the bathroom that connects to my sister’s bedroom.

Then I found myself laying in my bed. I wondered how I got from my sister’s part of the bathroom back to my bed without realizing I had walked back there. I still was feeling threatened and angry. I looked at my hands and noticed that I didn’t have the fireplace poker in either of them.

I reached down under my mattress, and there it was. It was quite confusing, because I knew I had taken the poker with me as I walked toward my sister’s room.

I took the poker out again, and I walked through the bathroom again. I looked into my sister’s room, and she was sleeping in her bed. There was no one else in the room. I took the poker with me and went downstairs to check my mother’s room. I looked in, and I could see that my mother was sleeping, and she, too, was alone. I looked into her bathroom and then her closet, and there was no one there. My mother woke up, saw me, and asked what I was doing.

“I’m looking for the intruder who broke into our house,” I said. My mother’s face became quite alarmed. “Intruder?!” she said. “Yes, I heard glass breaking and footsteps,” I said. She reached under her mattress for her fireplace poker, and we proceeded out to the main part of the house. She said she wanted to be in front of me, but I insisted I needed to be in front, because I am the man of the house. We went all through the house, and we didn’t see any broken glass or any intruder. We looked at each other.

“Um, do you think it’s possible that I was dreaming?” I said.

My mom just gave me That Look.