Inktober: Slippery
The sweat ran down my neck as I quietly moved down the hallway, carefully avoiding the floorboards I knew would creak if I was stupid enough to step on them. Through the window at the end fell faint light from the street lamp and illuminated my way past the door that I desperately hoped would not open.
I knew I was treading a slippery slope but for the love of all, I could not help myself. I just couldn‘t.
The stairs were the next obstacle, as every step would creak if I was stupid enough to even breathe on it. Which I didn‘t intend on. Agile as a little monkey I climbed up on the handrail and slowly, ever so slowly, slided with my feet down, stabalizing myself on the wall. Inch by inch I continued like this. No sound was to be heard, only my heart beat in my chest.
Finally I made it to the ground and a triumphant smile crept across my face.
I did it.
Well, the hard part was over, at least. Still grinning smugly I crept around the corner into the kitchen and was confronted by a scene I surely hadn’t expected - my little brother was already there, already munching on the cookies I had intended to steal. It took a while for me to comprehend, while he was staring at me like the rabbit before a snake, just as surprised as I was.
Slowly he took his hand out of the cookie jar and passed it over to me. In silent agreement I took it and we ate together, probably the first time that we ever cooperated. Mom only made these cookies once a year and told us to be patient until christmas eve - clearly an impossible task.
As the chocolate chips melted on my tongue and I was in heavenly bliss, I heared the dreadful creaking sound behind me and the lights turned on.