the curse of the overactive imagination.
11:20pm
i get home, open the front door to a dark house. i lock the door behind me. i notice the front window open and say to myself, "self, leave the window open. you can do this. overcome."
12:00am
i turn on the fan, climb into bed. the breeze is coming in through the window, making the sheer moonlit white curtains flow softly, peacefully. i'm tired.
12:07am
pounding on the front door. a brief pause. more pounding.
12:08am
i call erik. i'm wondering if the pounding on the door was our roommate (t-2 days until he's an ex-roommate!) who had lost his key or something. i had thought he was home in his room. but i sure as hell wasn't going downstairs to find out. i get the roommate's cell phone number. call it. he's in los angeles. los fucking angeles. i'm home alone.
12:15am
i put my clothes on. i find my tweezers. they're sharp.
12:20am
erik makes me go downstairs in the dark with the tweezers to close all the windows. i grab a steak knife. (the steak knives really don't get enough action in this house, so the knife was happy for a purpose). as i'm walking back up the first flight of stairs, erik asks me, "did you close the bathroom window?" my heart starts pounding even more. THE FUCKER IS IN THE BATHROOM! regardless, i go into the bathroom in the dark, almost dropping the knife and the tweezers several times on my bare toes to shut the window.
12:45am
tweezers on the nightstand. phone on the pillow. knife beneath the mattress. i hear footsteps and door handles out of thin air.
3:00am
i'm still awake, thinking about which friends i would call while frantically driving over to their house, if i could ever muster up the courage to go back downstairs.
6:30am
i wake up feeling this weird embarassment after dreaming that i called all of my friends, including people i've never met, in the middle of the night while afraid, asking for them to come over and sit with me until i fall asleep.

luckily, in real life i didn't call too many people, though.

this reminds me - i left the knife under the mattress. i should probably move that before erik comes home tonight.