The floorboard creaked. Anna stood. Breath held. Unmoving.
One more step. It’d be within her grasp.
When her hand closed in on it, she felt a familiar tickle.
“Oh God, not now.”
Finally, it would be hers, and now her own body was working against her.
She tried to stifle the sneeze, but it sounded like a bellowing walrus.
Frozen with fear, she stood waiting.
There came a slight moan, a rustling of sheets, and nothing more.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips.
Prize in hand, she fled like a black cat in the moonless night.