Emma

I draw in a long breath, my entire body aches. I stretch my legs and arms, opening my eyes. I’m alone in the pitch-black room. I fight the aches of every muscle, sitting up. I’m in the basement media room. The power must still be out.

I scoot off the recliner, curling my toes in the carpet below. My knees crackle when I stand. What a night. Ascending the stairs to the ground level, each step brings with it more light. I’m thankful for the large windows throughout the ...