The noise seemed odd.  Rolling over in bed, the alarm clock read 5:30AM.  The noise was misplaced.  It wasn’t from our clock.  Feeling all manly man-ish, protector of family and all, I got up to investigate.

Heading toward the sound, still half-asleep and half-dressed, I stumbled down the hallway.  There in front of me, I saw an open door and heard an alarm clock’s buzz.  Then suddenly, a shadowy figure who appeared to be cursing himself, rushed by me into the room.  Disabling the alarm, the figure once again dashed away into the early morning’s darkness.

Shrugging, I headed back to bed.  I found it reassuring that we live in a safe neighborhood and the incident probably was of no concern.  My child’s sleep habits, on the other hand, might be something I need to review.