Pssst! Yo, jelly! You, you. Yeah, you with the fake name, come 'ere. Wanna make a story?

The night was very quiet, except some dogs barking in the distance. The sky was clear and the big, yellow moon was shining with thousands of his little sisters gathered around him.
Rob, upon seeing the light through the curtains, stood up, removed them and opened the window, letting the night air and moonlight enter his little room. He looked at the light illuminating his bed, desk, chair and five books – everything he had when he moved into this new room he rented recently – and then sat next to the window to feel the breeze of the night air on his cheeks and look at the “big fella” (he called the moon “big fella”) on the sky and enjoy the silence.
His peace, however, did not last long – some strange noise came from the room below his.

It was the sound of glass breaking, furniture being pulled across the room and what sounded like two people arguing. Rob tried to listen to what they were saying but it was unclear.
Suddenly a woman’s blood curdling scream broke the still sweetness of the night. Rob quickly put on his boots, loaded his revolver and headed to the door. He went running down the stairs.

Rob cautiously tried the door and found it unlocked. He entered the room quietly and was both, relieved and taken aback at what he saw.
A nearly naked woman dressed in nothing but bunny slippers and a red satin thong teetered on the edge of a chair as a small mouse crept around below.
She was hyperventilating and small squeaky sounds escaped her lips, like the air being let out of a balloon.

Rob drew back his revolver and said…..

,“What are you doing in my house?” But, Rob already knew that the woman was no intruder; she had stepped out of his dreams and into his life. Was she his cherished aspiration, or was she the nightmare awakened for his peril?