pokoko on 24 September 2016
A few months ago, at about 4AM, I woke up to a loud bang, followed the crash of something breaking.
It was one of those situations where you are instantly wide awake. I froze, listening for any other sound, but heard nothing. After a minute or so, I slipped out of bed and grabbed my machete from the night stand. I crept around, checking the doors and windows, but didn't see anything out of place. I was about to peek outside when I saw something dark on the floor in the den, however, so I risked turning on the light.
A picture frame had fallen. On the way down, it had disturbed a ceramic figure, which had then fallen and broken on the hearth.
