Dust bunnies

The dust bunnies jumped as I opened the door. I was welcomed home to the sight of my comfy old chair, greeting me with the messages of "I love you" and "Thank you for coming back." I dropped my luggage on the floor and set off to the kitchen in order to make myself some dinner. On the way, I turned on the TV for some background noise. I opened the fridge and realized that I only had a packet of cheese in there. No matter. I had some snacks in my luggage from my trips. I went back to my suitcases to start unpacking them. I was halfway through my first suitcase of 5 when the phone rang. I answered and muted the TV.

"Hello?"

"Lily, you have to help me, I think there's someone in the house." "Have you called 911?"

"Yes. They said they're on their way. I tried to call Rob, but he's not answering his phone so I called you. I just need you to keep me calm."

"Ok, I'll tell you about my journey how about that?"

"Ok, thanks."

I started telling her about the people I had met, their flowing dresses in sapphire, ruby and coral, their traditions and customs, how the air felt flowing through my hair, how the sand felt on my hands and my feet, how the sun felt on my skin. When I started telling her about my time in Africa I heard a bang.

"Rebecca?" I whispered into the phone. "Rebecca, are you there?"

I heard some crinkling, then silence. Whoever was on the other side of that call had hung up the phone.