You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

The slight pain stimulated his nerves.

Reminding him that he must not fall asleep.

Finally, at four o'clock in the morning.

As expected, like yesterday, the black guards did not come up for patrols and must be sleeping soundly.

Anderson tiptoed downstairs step by step, carefully.

One step, one step, carefully.

There were snoring sounds coming from the living room, louder than the other.

People sleep the deepest and most tired between two and four o'clock in the morning, and their vigilance is the weakest.

The black guards were sleeping soundly, leaning against the back of the sofa with their heads tilted back.

Anderson came to the first floor and walked quietly to the door.

The room was too dark to see the way clearly.

He could only grope around with his little hands.

Suddenly, he kicked something under his feet.

"Bang!"

a bottle cap that had rolled into the

not loud but abruptly stopped the black guards’ snoring. Anderson's heart pounded wildly, afraid that the black guard would wake up,

The black guard seemed to move. Anderson hurriedly hid in the corner, thinking about how to explain

bathroom? Obviously

drink water? Go to the kitchen? This reason was

where

was no movement from

poked out his little head. The living room was pitch dark. In the vague shadows, he distinguished that the black guard seemed to be lying on the

not the black

with a few mumbles from

a sigh of

to

miss the time. The door opened and

he made it

BUG he had set, causing the door magnet to

gently pushed, slipped

seconds after standing at the door, he heard the door

sigh of

was delayed for a

he had been ten seconds later, he would not have escaped through

the house, fresh air

winter night, especially in the