Caught Red-handed

After Christmas..

The dark allure night..

I stepped down the bed..

Moving too and fro..

Tiptoe, tiptoe...

I reached the kitchen.

Took out the knife..

The aroma of the velvety red textured cake trailed me to the refrigerator.

As I opened the door and took a slice

All the lights went mad and switched themselves on..

And, I only wondered how?

Because I found no one standing there..

As I turned back to my slice..

My mother grabbed my hand...

Ooppss!!

I was caught red-handed