thoughts of a shadow (open)

Chance Dargins

I sighed in releif as the large aparment complex drew nearer and nearer. I was exhausted, and the two mile walk hadn't helped any. I was tired, hungry, and my feet hurt like hell.
I walked into the main lobby, nodding at the manager. I stepped onto the glass elevator, and pressed the number 15. Almost immediately, the lift was pulled off the ground, and was zooming upwards. I had reached my floor in seconds.
I stepped out onto the carpeted floor (a nice aquamarine color) and shuffled down towards my door, drawing my passcard out. With a quick swipe, the locks were released and the door swung inward, as if welcoming me home.
Three big strides brought me to the bed. I flung aside my breifcase and flopped backwards onto the puffy mattress. I picked up the electric menu (I had it specially made), and ordered the large shellfish platter. It arrived through a small chute above my bed, landing on my lap with a PLOP!
That was when I heard it. A small snap of a branch. Normally I would ignore the simple sound. But not today. Twigs don't just snap fifty-some feet in the air. I slid the platter off of my lap, and strolled over to the window, throwing open the curtains.
A gasp escaped my un-painted lips. A man was standing on the ledge outside my window? I could think of no good escuse for someone to be scaling a twenty-floor building. But I'm sure he had one.
I flipped a switch to the side of the frame, and the glass began to rise. I could see the man more clear, and boy did he look menacing. As if he were out to kill! Ha! Imagine that! An assassin in the Capitol! I had never thought of anything more preposterous.
"Um, buddy, I've had a long day, and I'm really not interested in whatever you're selling, so could ya please get off my windowsill?"