Thief in the Night
Submitted by Caroline B on 4/2/2010 2:29 AM
I came home hungry from work, eager to eat my Butterfinger. I had left it on my bedside table, so I slung my briefcase down and headed to my bed. Laying down for a moment, I rolled over to reach for my chocolate, buttery delight. Alas! It was missing! My heart throbbed inside my throat--who could have taken it? I thought I was alone in the house! My arms were like lead as I tried to push myself out of bed. "What in the world," I thought, "I'm stuck in bed!" My mind racing, I suddenly realized what was going on. It was only a dream. I then awoke, glad to see my Butterfinger still next to me.