5AM Wake-Up Call

June 12, 2009 at 6:26 pm · Filed under Undisclosed and tagged: Intruder, Travel

I’m melting in bed.  It’s one hundred degrees outside and I have no air conditioner or fan in my room.  I hate opening the window because I’m on the ground floor and this place was broken into before, but I really think I might die from overheating and I’ve already stripped off all my clothes, so there’s not much else I can do to cool down. At this point, I’m too effing hot to care what happens.  I dart to the window, fling it open and run back to bed.  It is five in the morning on a Saturday — all the bad guys are probably passed out drunk on someone’s floor anyway.

Two minutes later, there’s a knock at the window.  Of course.  I have no sheets, noclothes and only a small corner of divider wall between me and the knocker, so I lie motionless, hoping he goes away.  No luck.  He knocks again.  I hold my breath.  Oh my God, so this is how I die – naked and sweaty by the hand of some polite knocking criminal.

For a few moments I don’t hear anything. Maybe he left?  Maybe I do get a second chance at sweating to death instead.  Then it happens – he starts playing the guitar. Strumming away, he serenades my open window.  He plays and hums, and I lie naked listening because I can’t move without being seen.  As I listen, I wonder how long I may be stuck like this, and am very glad I didn’t answer.  I think having to make eye contact with a serenader would be much more awkward. Do you smile? Bob your head to the music? I don’t know how that works. Three songs later, he calls it a morning and I hear him walk away. I quickly close the window and put on pjs. Lesson learned.

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