one word [secure]
(ref: here ) Licking his lips, the small man sat at his dinner table; beads of sweat walked down from brow to chin. "I can finally eat dinner," he thought, furtively glancing to the walls. A small, quiet scraping sound behind the north wall triggered adrenline and stopped him from chewing. "But, they couldn't have..." pondered the man, as he quietly laid down his fork. Looking to the window, the drapes swayed gently in the wind; with every pulse of the air, the curtain quietly slid against the window sill. "Ah, yes," considered the man, more at peace. "I should have realized." Pulling back the chair, the man stood up and walked to the window. Leaving trails of footsteps, moonlight streamed into the window; the full moon revealed much of the landscape. As the man stood in front of the window, the hill to the north appeared empty. "Ah, dinner awaits," thought the man, as he attempted to close the window. Pressin...