The night wasted and little to show for it.
Devoid of choice, must search the entire house.
Need to be quick about it, dawn approaching.
Mind set, hurrying to finish in this room.
Quick and careless.
Not exactly quiet.
Knowing full well it’s in vain yet unable to stop; this is life now.
Search ended, primarily empty handed.
The decision to come was clearly a bad one.
How bad as of yet remaining to be seen.
Moving toward the stairs now wondering about decibels.
Hoping there’s none here to hear.
Paused at the foot, gaze directing upward.
Questions now answered.
A door is open.
Eyes met by shadow.