Something shifted.
The gun was in my hand,
and I was to my feet
immediately.
I heard the safety click off
somewhere in the distance.
The gun lead me around
the apartment,
clearing rooms one by one
logically
with my back covered
at all times.

Last night I heard something
deep in the wells of
my dream-state.
I forced myself awake,
pulled myself from the
darkness of sleep,
barely,
to listen.

Remnants of my childhood.
Like my Mother,
I am a protector
and ruler
of my domain.