To the inbox!! So my boyfriend was going to be getting home late from work...as in the wee hours of the morning...but I didnt know exactly when because his phone had died. I kept the lamp on in the bedroom and fell asleep reading John Grisham. I woke up suddenly to a very loud banging but I didnt know if I dreamed it or it really happened. The bedroom window facing the backyard was open so I was already a bit freaked out because naturally with the window open someone is bound to break in! Being the brave soul I am, I lay in bed with my heart about to pound out of my chest and too scared to get the shotgun that is two feet away in the closet. I lay there for a few minutes trying to figure out what the noise was and certain a burglar is going to hop thru my window any second when the screen to my window starts sliding up. Im horrified!!! I then see my boyfriend cheerily call out Hey babe! as his head pokes thru the window. I strangle out a cry and bury myself under the covers. Poke my head out after a second and almost chuck my book at his face (heart is still pounding so hard Im about to choke) then dive back under the covers screaming YOU scared meeee!!! He laughs, thinking Im joking. Now Im peeved...seriously. you scared the hell out of me! Have you heard of a front door??? Why are you creeping around the house and crawling through the window?!?! Apparently, he had forgotten his key, his phone was dead, he knocked multiple times on the front door and 4 times on the bedroom window (the last one woke me) and as a last resort was checking windows...oh and had called out to me before he ever lifted the screen. I slept through it all and never heard him call out to me. He is now joking he has to announce his arrival with a marching band to not catch me off guard.
Posted on: Sun, 13 Apr 2014 12:51:37 +0000
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