Jake tiptoed through the living room, clutching his hoodie like a ninja. The floorboards creaked like a haunted house. He froze as his shadow loomed over the hallway. His roommate, Mark, lay on the couch, snoring. Jake exhaled, reaching for the door. Then his sock slipped on a banana peel. He tumbled into a bookshelf, sending books crashing. Mark jolted up, wide-eyed. “You okay?” Jake nodded, straining to hear. Silence. Then a faint “THUD” as Mark’s head hit the floor. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Jake said, stepping over the banana peel. “But your head’s not.”
