I Thought Someone Broke In

It's 1 am, and strange noises woke me up. Someone was in the basement--or so it seemed. I was scared! The alarm was not on, the first time ever we've gone to sleep without it being on. A burglar with good timing!

I turned on the alarm...John was fast asleep through it. At least, he looked like he was asleep. Turns out this morning he said he wasn't asleep, why didn't I tell him about the noises? Because he'd get up and check and it would be nothing (it always is).

There was a funny smell--not a bad smell, but nothing I could figure out. I went to Bryan's room to see if it was just him walking around the house, but he was fast asleep, too.

I sat on the couch with Luci, scared stiff, with the telephone right next to me.

This morning, Bryan admits to being awake when I went into his room--he was just playing 'possum. Turns out he found a frozen pizza and cooked it. No wonder I thought the "burglar" was an Italian.

I told Bryan that next time, he'd better wake up and talk to me.