It was very scary, of course.
I had gone to bed, late as usual. But managed to go straight to sleep... yeaaaah. I was sooooooo tired. Anyway, it must have happened practically as soon as i closed my eyes. This is how it went.
I am in bed sound asleep as it is the middle of the night, the bedroom window is open and I am woken up by whispering right outside my window. I strain to hear who is talking and where it is coming from. I am not fully awake so I struggle to listen. I hear two men. One says 'Over here, this one is open, we can get in here, but shhhhhh be quiet, we don't want to wake them... yet'. The other one answers 'Ok, ok I am coming. Good we will get in here'.
I hear some rustling and I see a light shining through the curtains of my room. I am wide awake now, and terrified. I hear my heart pounding and I am suddenly all sweaty. I want to wake my husband who is sound asleep right next to me, but there is no time, the men are trying to get in through the window.
I start to panic, 'what will I do, what will I do. They are coming in. OH NO, OH NO, what can I do!' I yell to myself so desperately yet silently, they can't know that I am awake. I decide that the only thing I can do is try to close the window and lock it before they cut through the fly wire screen. I try to quietly climb out of the bed so that I can sneak over to the window. My heart in now practically jumping out of my chest and also in the back of my throat, I can barely breathe and I am shaking uncontrollably.
I can't move, I can't get out of bed. Why not, what is stopping me, I must get out of bed. I am tangled in the sheets, I am desperately trying to get out of the bed but I am tangled in the sheets. It is a hot night and I have been throwing the bedding off and on me all night, so naturally, now I am all tangled. I do tend to get tangled with my restless sleeping.
Frantically I am kicking at the sheets to free my feet while staring at the window to see what progress the men are making. I hear one say 'shhhhhh listen' and they both stop moving. I stop suddenly too. I don't make a sound, don't move a muscle, don't even take a breathe. But my heart, surely they will hear my heart, I am thinking they will hear my heart from the house across the street it is making that much noise. My eyes are darting back and forth from the window to my feet, from the window to my feet. I am starting to freak out.
One man says 'snoring like a baby, quick lets get in'. It was then that I got my feet untangled and I spring to the window... fast as lightening yet in slow motion it seemed to me. Since when was the window so far away from the bed. I have never been so scared in all my life.
I make it to the window and slide under the curtain so that I can grab the window and slide it closed. Well that was my intention. Instead I find myself face to face with a man. We are practically touching we are that close. Both of us are so shocked we both gasp and are taken aback for a second or two. Somehow I recover faster than he does and I make a grab for the window and start to side it closed. Just as it is about to fully close and as I am reaching out my other hand to press the lock, locked. He slips his hand into the tiny space which is still there.
I am not stopping for anything and I keep sliding that window closed as fast and as hard as I can. He lets out the loudest, most horrific scream as the window smashes through his fingers to its home position. My other hand is on the lock and pressing without a seconds thought.
I quickly turn around to jump into the bed so that my husband can take over, so that he can rescue me, so that he will protect me. But...
He is still sound asleep and I stop dead in amazement.
The next thing I know is that I am in bed, tangled in my sheets. I am sweaty and my heart is beating so hard I think it will explode. I am confused. Why is he still asleep. Why am I tangled in my sheets, still, again? I look around the room, I strain my ears to hear any noise, I strain in the dark to look at the window. There is no noise, there is no light, there is nothing untoward happening at all. My husband is asleep, the dog is asleep, and all appears to be well with this little world I live in.
Except... I am terrified. Except... I am shaking uncontrollably. Except... I am confused. Was that a dream? It seemed so real. It was so terrifying, how could that have been a dream, a nightmare, in my head. I can't believe it.
Being to scared to do anything I roll over to get closer to my husband, to cling to him for support until I am able to calm down, until I am able to comprehend that it was just a dream, I find it so hard to believe.
So i am trying to get to my husband, trying desperately to cling to him, to touch him, to feel his presence. But he will have none of it. He grunts and rolls away, so I move closer, He rolls away even more... I think, if he moves over any further he will be on the floor. I manage to find his shoulder before...
He throws his bed covers off and lays on top of the bed and in doing so, leaves me pinned down on the inside of the bed as his weight on top of the bedding cuts me off from moving any closer to him.
Now I know it was just a dream, now I realise that I had made the whole thing up inside my head. Now I know, he won't be there to save me, should two strange men try to break into our house through the bedroom window, he will be too busy sleeping and inching away from me, to notice the terror I am experiencing.
I roll over and face the window, I give up. I look at the clock. I have been in bed less than one hour. I am too scared to sleep. My eyes are still darting around the room, my ears are still straining to hear anything out of order, my heart is still pounding and my body is still shaking.
But for now, I am safe
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