Odd Experience

It had been a long day, so I decided that I would go home, eat, relax, and play something on the computer. I pulled in the driveway and grabbed my stuff, heading straight to the office to dump everything. I entered the office and started up the computer just as my stomach started growling. While I waited for the computer to load, I went to the kitchen and made myself a couple sandwiches. I began chomping greedily as I typed the password into my computer. I began to open one of my favorite games of all time when I sensed it. Something was terribly wrong. I paused for a second to make up my mind. There was no going back. This is my home and I will make sure that I am safe. I casually reached down and gripped my baton. As I withdrew from the drawer in which I kept the baton I stood up and turned, swinging the baton into the air and expanding it. Nothing. I looked around the room. I could tell that something was still wrong. I crept through the hall slowly, ready to attack. I made my way to the bedroom and grabbed the glock 17 from the gun safe in the closet and the vest that hung above the safe. I began to clear the house, one room at a time. I made it up the stairs and into the spare bedroom. There was only one room left. My heart pounding, I moved to the door. My hands started to shake as the adrenaline pumped through my veins. “This is it.” I thought, “I have this person cornered.” I reached for the handle and turned, pausing to catch my breath. I kicked the door, sending the door flying on its hinges. As the knob crashed into the wall, I stood there in the doorway, staring into an empty room. I didn’t understand. Something was wrong, I sensed it! I checked the room and holstered the glock. I walked back to the office puzzled. I ran backwards through everything that just happened, then forward, like I was walking through the house again. What was wrong? What had made me so uneasy? I began going through it all again. “Came home, grabbed my stuff, started the computer, made my sandwiches, went back to the…. Wait.” Why did I make my own sandwich?