**The Doorbell at 3 AM**

In the hush of night where shadows weave,
Where silence wraps the world in a tender embrace,
A sudden chime shattered the still,
A doorbell, uninvited, at three in the morning.

The clock, relentless in its ticking,
Marked the seconds—each one a heartbeat,
Three AM, the witching hour,
When dreams twine with reality.

I stirred from slumber,
A cocoon of warmth quivering around me,
The air thick with a whisper of unease,
What soul so brave or lost would ring,
In the gloom of deep midnight?

The moon hung low, a lantern in the sky,
Casting silver slivers through the window,
Illuminating the dust motes that danced,
A ballet of the forgotten in the wake of night.

I rose, feet hesitant against the cool wooden floor,
grabbing the flashlight that is always tucked...