slipped, almost silently, into the blissful quiet of the study.
My hands pushed gently against the heavy door as my mind willed
no sound to escape. The door slid into the frame with a sharp
click; I hoped only I had heard.
to relax my heartbeat and assure my mind that this was not
breaking and entering, only entering, I moved forward, treading
delicately as my head was suspicious of this building. The dark
filled the room completely, even though the moon cast light
through the French window.
scanned the dimness with pale green eyes, oak desk in the corner
with paperwork piled high, a bookcase, the contents arranged
alphabetically. I moved forward, cautious, half of me believing
the floor would collapse under me, toward the desk and the files.
Hoping to whichever God or Goddess was listening that it was
there, my fingers reached out towards the still
shifted around the desk and collapsed into the office chair
tucked neatly beside it. I felt it sag with my weight. Swiftly, I
began to run my fingers along the untidy stacks.
Apprehensively, my ringed fingers closed around
the top file. Flipping open the lid, my heart leapt into my
throat. Nothing. Disappointment flooded my mind like a waterfall
filling a pool.
rising I dropped the papers back into their habitat and
carelessly dropped it to the floor. If it wasn't here I was
wasting my time. If it was? Then I could take it back with me.
Find out. Learn. Gain knowledge. What I needed.
scattered more files angrily onto the floor. I shifted my weight
on the chair, my limbs becoming numb and sore. Roughly I grabbed
at another folder, the material feeling cold and rough in my
up the cover, I peered with tired eyes into the abyss of paper.
Closing my hand around the unbound sheets, I tugged, exposing
them to the gloom. A cold chill swooped over me, like a hunting
bird of prey. My heart skipped a precious beat as my eyes brushed
slipped the paper back into the file. Tucking the folder inside
my bag, I stooped to the floor picking up the scattered
documents. Piling them quickly on the desk, I swung my bag over
my head to let it hand loosely at my side.
booted feet carried me back to the door. I turned the handle
quietly, as not to disturb the silence that suffocated the
building. The click was hardly noticeable, so I slid between the
heavy door and the frame.
window was closed slightly, as I had left it. Gloved hands pushed
the sliding window up, allowing cool night air to flood into the
landing. I ducked, swinging the left half of my body outside.
Tapping the roof for steady support, I shrugged out of my
myself out into the blackened night. Sliding the window shut I
grabbed the bag, before free falling into the gardens of the
of cake." I muttered, before sprinting out towards the road,
covered protectively by darkened shadows.