Assignment 11: Joshua Pe

Often my mom leaves me home alone at night. When she does, I usually stick to my room, the bathroom, and the kitchen for late night snacks. So when I hear a bump or a knock coming from anywhere else, paranoia consumes me. I’ll at first try to calm myself down, thinking, “Perhaps it’s just the wind.” But then my mind darts back and forth between, “it’s only the wind throwing a twig into a window,” and, ”it’s a murderer about to break in and kill me.” My fight-or-flight reaction will turn on, and I’ll grab a knife or any heavy object to defend myself, but I’ll also put on my running shoes and pants in case I have to jump out of my window. But no one has attempted to break into my home before. I’ll calm down after a couple hours, and usually it is just the wind.