Today is not my day. Part I.

The one time, the ONE and ONLY time, that Matt and I forgot to lock the front door before going to bed, we had strangers walk into our home at 4 am.

Now usually the cats are interested in going outside between 4 and 6 am. So, I thought Matt was opening the front door to let out Azurel, but .000008 seconds after that thought I could feel that he was still in bed. I flopped over and started pounding on his shoulder to wake him up and pointing at the door. He didn't hear the door open, but light was spilling across the living room, so he got my point pretty quickly. We just sort of laid there with our eyes wide open and our breaths caught in our throats listening for movement. Then, we heard some suppressed laughter and the door shut. I started to cry and Matt relaxed a fraction. All of a sudden, the door was open again and two people barged in. It all happened so fast that I'm sure I missed half of everything, but the next thing I knew, Matt had flown out of bed like a child on Christmas, I heard some girl say something like, "It's just us," in the dark living room, then Matt said, "Wrong apartment. You have the wrong apartment." There was some snorting and giggling and then the two people bumbled out apologizing (but not profusely enough).

I am going to assume for their sake they were trashed and visiting people who live in this apartment complex. But even then I don't understand how they could mistake our door for someone else's. Our building is all by itself on this side of the parking lot, not like it's in a row of identical buildings where if you're not counting, you don't know which is which. And our door is the furthest to the left on the top floor! So how do you get confused about that? Whatever. 4 am is an absurd time to come home anyway.

Matt then pulled out his escrima stick and searched the apartment for ninja intruders. He admitted to not searching the top of the fan blades and that funny spot on the toilet between the lid and the tank that is impossible to clean. But he found no ninjas or other intruders. We laughed about how if it was a ninja, we would already be dead but they wouldn't have killed us yet and how if a ninja was lurking, he wouldn't just be silent, he would be negative noise. Then we attempted to go back to sleep. Too bad Lucifer was being an annoying butt-face and wouldn't stop singing in the bathroom... I know I was still awake at 5:45 am. Matt had to get up at 7 and I had to get up at 7:30, so instead of re-setting my alarm, I decided to snooze (until 8).