I crawled through the fence of the house I’d just broken into. I scooted around a patch of scarlet flowers to avoid her gardener as he watered the flowers. An annoying inconvenience. Tiptoeing along the porch, I made sure not to make any noise. As I made my way inside, I heard some violin playing in the background. Creeping through the house picking up valuables as I went, I finished quickly. Making my way back down the stairs, I heard a creaking from upstairs. Running now, I found myself sprawled on the ground after tripping over a pillow. Life sucks.