A funny story, also known as a cautionary tale as to why not to sleep naked...
So, last night, I went home, as I've done for the last two weeks (yay, air conditioning), anyway... Well, I sleep in the nude, as I've done usually for the last year or so.
Okay, got that? Me, home, naked. Check.
Well, I'm not asleep, and I'm reading my book. Naked. Whatever, no big deal, I've done it before. I hear my window rattle. I have a momentary flash of "what the hell, someone's breaking in," then it stops. I write it off as me going insane, or it being windy or something. A couple minutes later, same thing. Then someone starts talking. To me. At this point, I'm terrified. And still quite naked. I grab my towel, which was on the floor, and haphazardly wrap it around myself and go tell my grandmother. She goes to the side door, and it's out neighbor, warning us that two guys were walking down the alley. He figured he'd go to the room with the light on instead of ring the doorbell. At 12:30 at night.
Who does that?!
Apparently, my neighbor.
Love,
Anna
Okay, got that? Me, home, naked. Check.
Well, I'm not asleep, and I'm reading my book. Naked. Whatever, no big deal, I've done it before. I hear my window rattle. I have a momentary flash of "what the hell, someone's breaking in," then it stops. I write it off as me going insane, or it being windy or something. A couple minutes later, same thing. Then someone starts talking. To me. At this point, I'm terrified. And still quite naked. I grab my towel, which was on the floor, and haphazardly wrap it around myself and go tell my grandmother. She goes to the side door, and it's out neighbor, warning us that two guys were walking down the alley. He figured he'd go to the room with the light on instead of ring the doorbell. At 12:30 at night.
Who does that?!
Apparently, my neighbor.
Love,
Anna