But nobody wants to live at the address that causes police officers to sigh deeply, roll the eyes, and say, “Darn all the peeps in that little yellow house. The incidents were legit, and they weren’t all due to my own mishaps or misfortunes. Really didn’t want to call, since I’ve called the police three times since moving into Orchard House a year and a half ago. I threw my phone in the pocket of my robe, in case I needed to call 911. I made myself presentable and geared up, too. Whatcha’ gonna do? Whathca’ gonna do when they come for you? is the song I started singing in my head, and then I mentally slapped myself and said Self? Shut. I mean, there’s no more “ like a thief in the night.” The thief is on the doorstep.īad boys, bad boys. All whilst gearing up for a possible fight. They could want anything you possess, including your wife or your life, and all a guy can do is try and act conscious and get his pants on without catching some skin. who knows? You get a couple of guys scoping out how your front door is put together in the wee morning hours, and you really have no idea what you’re up against. Or high and hungry, since marijuana is legal and easy to come by in my state, and those darn munchies can make you do crazy things. Maybe they were a couple of high school kids, high or hungry. It’s difficult to go from REM sleep to confronting possible burglars, murderers, or drunks – whatever they were. Suffice it to say, the element of surprise is not fun or funny. Me? I’m just the gal who watched him react to thugs encroaching upon his territory (not to mention loved ones) that he feels personally responsible to protect. But Shaun, being sound asleep at the time of the ruckus, experienced the full gamut of emotions that come with an attempted break in. I think one has to be asleep to experience the full effect. The fact that I was awake somewhat disqualifies me to determine what it’s like to experience someone coming “like a thief in the night”(I Thess. But I didn’t hear anything until Mom knocked on the bedroom door, mumbling something in a loud whisper about two guys and a flashlight. I was actually awake during the whole ordeal, thanks to a neurological disorder that causes humans to nocturnally flop around like a suffocating fish. And that’s when she saw them: two men, one running his flashlight all around the door frame of our front door. Mustered a smidgen of courage to peer out the window. She waited for what probably felt like a handful of eternities. She remained in bed for a few minutes, trying to convince herself she was just paranoid. It was 2:30 in the morning when Mom woke to people talking outside the front door.
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