Sweet Catastrophe

Last night Ryan came by for some clothes and to tell me he was staying at Brandel’s so they could get up first thing in the morning and be in Jacksonville by 7am to pick up some couches and old friend was giving them.

So I went to bed alone, which I don’t really like in the first place.

At almost 4am on the dot, a loud *bang* and angry grunt completely wakes me up. I’m talking wide awake and terrified as hell, shaking–it sounds like someone has just attempted to bust down our front door.

Not wanting to walk out of my room, I grabbed my phone and called Andrew. He finally answered and I asked him to come downstairs with me, so he did. We looked all around, didn’t see anyone outside. We even shoved a chair up against the door and just went back to bed.

Excuse me, I did not go back to sleep. There was no sign of anything happening, but I knew I hadn’t dreamed it all. I remembered what I was dreaming. I was dreaming about One Tree Hill since I had just finished watching that before bed. No scary dramatic stuff there, and besides a dream wouldn’t have woken me up quite like that.

So I’m up all night freaking out. I’m alternating between trying to think of what else it could’ve been, and wondering if they’ll come back if it was indeed someone trying to break in. I’m even thinking of setting up some fiber cable for security cameras or an alarm system or something ’cause holy crap, all my good stuff is downstairs right when you open the door!

So I didn’t go back to sleep until right before I was supposed to get up. So no class for me this morning.

About 20 minutes ago, Andrew walked in and told me he’d figured it out. It was him.

Say what? You were in bed, how’d you manage that?

Andrew was fighting the good fight in his sleep and slammed his elbow through the wall. Through it. He didn’t notice last night after I woke him up, but he saw it this morning and realized it was elbow-sized.

So we’re all just glad that

• There were no robbers
• I’m not nuts
• Keri wasn’t in bed with Andrew or she’d be concussed…

Craziness!!

Kristi, you probably never would’ve slept again, eh?