Last night, I woke up at 3 AM to the loud crash of glass breaking. My first instinct was to yank my covers up above my head, because they will protect me from anything. I just lay there, heart pounding, listening for something else. My phone buzzed and I figured it was my roommate texting me, who else would that late? It was. She said, "I was going to wait until morning to check, but it sounded pretty loud. Should we check in case it's a robber?" I texted her back, "Yes. Grab your pan." She keeps a cast iron skillet under her bed, I just found this out yesterday ironically, because I suppose it's the heaviest weapon she has in the house. I slipped out of bed and grabbed my flashlight, which didn't even end up working but I figured I could use it as a weapon if need be. We met in the hallway and turned the corner to go to the living room. We turned on the lights.
Those. Stupid. Cats. Again.
They had knocked over a glass candle holder off the fireplace mantle. And they were just laying on the floor by the mess, as if they had done nothing wrong.
I said some...unkindly words about said cats and then we went back to bed and I cleaned up the mess in the morning. I figured it was the cats, but there was that little voice in the back of my head that said, "What if it wasn't?"
I'm exhausted now because even though it turned out to be nothing, my heart was still beating fast and it took me a while to fall back asleep. Two nights in a row! What kind of sick game is this, cats??
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I read ww_21's post at lunch today and I've been thinking about her all afternoon. Praying she responds here.
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I recorded my song after work. It's not perfect but I'm pretty proud of it. I'm uploading the video to YouTube now. I forgot how long that takes.