I was sitting in bed, letting my imagination go crazy.

Sometimes, that’s a good thing…other times, I think that I might actually scare myself into having a cardiac episode.

I link totally irrelevant sounds to things that might happen.

Just as I huddled underneath the covers, a crash came from downstairs.

It’s just the rabbit… I told myself, turning over to my side.

He did made an awful lot of noise. Besides, it just might be my lovely, creative mind at work again.

I turned over on my back again, blankly staring at the ceiling. I saw a shadow pass outside my balcony, and felt my heart speed up.

It’s just a passing car, I reminded my overactive brain, telling it to settle down.

I put my hands over my chest and tried to get some sleep, but I couldn’t.

Finally, I firmly told my brain that nothing was going on, and it soon shut down and went to sleep.

When I went downstairs the next morning, and the room was entirely trashed.

“Someone broke in!”

And I was the only one who heard him.