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pieces. Instead it breaks into much larger pieces, which are incredibly sharp and painful. My home-run swing has broken through a lot of the glass, but I still have to spend a few minutes jabbing through the rest in order to get through the window. Why didn't the shed have a nice pair of work gloves?
    Once I've broken through all the glass, I make my way through the window and try my best to avoid another incident. As luck would have it, I make my way in unscathed. My first breaking and entering is off to a roaring success!
    As I predicted, this is indeed a bedroom, although it doesn't look like the master. Most of the houses in this neighborhood are two-stories, where the master bedroom is upstairs.
    I begin exploring the rest of the bottom floor, which is very tidy and clean. The family room has a big screen TV with a nice, long leather couch surrounding it. My favorite room in the house, the kitchen, is right behind it. The two rooms have a very open feel that all housewives love, being able to cook and watch their husbands watch Monday Night Football at the same time.
    When I go to the pantry, I'm delighted by the plethora of cereal options. They've even splurged on the name-brand cereal, something I usually don't buy because I'm cheap. I open every single cabinet until finally the last one I choose is the one with the cereal bowls. I grab the biggest one I can find and start digging in. Normally, I eat cereal with milk like every other normal person. Milk now may be a bad idea since it's been warming for almost a day now. I'm starved, so dry cereal is more than enough for my taste buds. I am, however, a bit thirsty. It occurs to me I haven't drunk any water all day. Fortunately, at the bottom of the pantry is about a half-dozen bottles of water. I waste no time opening one and chugging the entire thing. Once I finish, I'm reminded again the power is out and I go into a panic. I run over to the faucet to see if the water works. Just as I expect, it doesn't. I've learned from somewhere that a person can live for several days without food, but much less time without water. With no faucet water, I'm left with drinking only the bottled water I can find.
    It's starting to get dark so I begin opening up drawers and looking for a flashlight. To my surprise I find a nice, bright flashlight in one of the kitchen drawers.
    While I still have daylight left, I begin surveying the rest of the house. I can't help feeling creepy doing this. I'm in somebody else's home, without their permission, snooping around through their stuff. If they came home now I would die of humiliation. What on Earth would I say and do if they came back? I think I'd find the first door I could and take off running. I'd rather face Cujo than experience that level of embarrassment. If I told them the truth about my story they'd probably think I escaped from the nut house.
    As I peek through their rooms, it looks like they have one teenage boy and a younger girl. One room is filled with heavy metal band posters on the wall and black Misfit clothes on the floor; I'll bet this kid is a troublemaker. The little girl's room couldn't be more different. It's clean, tidy, and pink from floor to ceiling with unicorn posters hanging on the wall.
    I think of anything in the house I might want to take back with me. The first thing, obviously, is all of the cereal, peanut butter, and other food that doesn't need to be cooked. I look for something to put everything in and find a large suitcase in a closet. It's a little unorthodox to put food in it, but it's easy to carry and should get the job done.
    Looking through the master bedroom, there's really nothing of use I can find. I have all of the clothes and other items I need at my house. Opening up the underwear drawer, it looks like mama has a few pounds to lose. These panties are large enough to cover a small child.
    Dad needs to get over his obsession with plaid, flannel shirts. Seeing these redneck shirts makes me wonder