the other night

the other night i awoke to the sound of somebody rustling in my kitchen. this scared me doubly so because i live alone. instead of getting out of bed to check on who was terrorizing my home, i decided to go back to sleep and just let it happen to me. for some reason i had absolutely no issue with just falling right back asleep as i got ransacked. the next morning, i woke up asking myself whether it was a dream that someone marauded the shit out of my home or not. i got out of bed to go see if there was any damage. to my complete surprise, they took literally everything in my home. this was a shock because when i had gotten out of bed, i had decided that i was just having a dream. i wanted to be angry, but i knew i just didn't have the right to be. from me playing myself, to the fact that they managed to steal my antique bookshelf that required a dolly to carry out; this was impressive on every level. these guys earned everything they stole from me.