I Slithered Out of the Bedroom and Into the Closet.

"I slithered out from my hiding place among the trees behind the apartment." The two-story brown brick structure had at least 30 windows on its backside. They were all identical with their blinds drawn, but I knew which one belonged to my mark. "Once I get going in, it's harder coming out and an outsider's attention would only make things messier".