You are walking toward your home in your lovely village, silently appreciating the peace and quiet of the early morning. Jacket hood drawn up, scarf wound around the neck, arms crossed across your chest to somehow help bring warmth to your exhausted and cold body. Fresh from the GRAVE---yard shift, you want to lay your back on that soft, fluffy bed of yours and drift to dreamland immediately. It was a long night, with your supervisor demanding you to do this and that; having to wait and be in line just to eat in the canteen, restraining to close your eyes for more than two seconds to avoid going straight to sleep inside the office. It was a long night, and an exhausting one for that matter.

A few steps more, you said to yourself. Dear bed, mama's coming.

Open the gate. Close and lock it. Pass through the garden. Walk up the stairs. One. Two. Three. Face the door. Bring out the keys and insert the big, brown one into the keyhole. Turn the knob and push the door open.

But then you had no chance of even putting your hand on the door because it automatically swung open. Whoa. That was easy.

"Good morning, hon," says a deep voice on the other side.

Your eyes snap wide open. Oh-kay. What the hell is going on in MY house?!