Scary Morning
My arms were full, balancing the laundry basket full of wet clothes, and unlocking my apartment door at the same time. Just as I entered, I heard a noise in the back bedroom. I froze instantly, and heard another noise. My heart dropped into my stomach. In a split second, I realized that since I've been packing up the apartment, I didn't have any type of weapon nearby to arm myself with, before going to investigate that noise.
Everyone in the building knows I'm moving and the other day I got a bit worried that I might be sort of "advertising" to thieves, since I was trying to sell some furniture. I've given half a neighborhood a look at my stuff, if they wanted to "case the joint." I'd just left for an hour to do laundry at the laundromat, and here I was returning and someone was in the apartment.
I couldn't remember leaving a window or my balcony door open, but that noise was definitely coming from the back bedroom. I put down the laundry (throwing wet clothes on someone wouldn't really stop them in their cat-burgling tracks). I advanced cautiously and silently into the hallway. I felt like the police, whipping around corners, looking into the bedroom.
There was no one there. Just then I heard the noise again--coming from the computer. It was a "buddy" noise from my friend Cindy who was messaging me. For pete's sake! She thought it was hilarious, of course.
Everyone in the building knows I'm moving and the other day I got a bit worried that I might be sort of "advertising" to thieves, since I was trying to sell some furniture. I've given half a neighborhood a look at my stuff, if they wanted to "case the joint." I'd just left for an hour to do laundry at the laundromat, and here I was returning and someone was in the apartment.
I couldn't remember leaving a window or my balcony door open, but that noise was definitely coming from the back bedroom. I put down the laundry (throwing wet clothes on someone wouldn't really stop them in their cat-burgling tracks). I advanced cautiously and silently into the hallway. I felt like the police, whipping around corners, looking into the bedroom.
There was no one there. Just then I heard the noise again--coming from the computer. It was a "buddy" noise from my friend Cindy who was messaging me. For pete's sake! She thought it was hilarious, of course.