Home Invasion

I just got home a couple of hours ago from the beach. The trip took a little over ten hours. It wasn't so bad; I slept through most of it and during the waking part I put a good 1,600 words on my WC for my story. I'm up to 8,345 words! I know, in perspective it's not a whole lot, but it's getting there...

But more to the point, when we went to open the door we found that someone had tried to cut the lock open with a field knife. I don't want to go into too much detail but needless to say we were very alarmed. Actually, that's an understatement. My little sis grabbed a screwdriver and some other tool while I hid behind the car. I know, how very courageous of me, right? What can I say? She got the brawn and I got the brains, the reactions seem fitting for those who know us.

But it turned out we were hiding and grabbing power tools for nothing. No one was inside and nothing was taken but still it freaks me out just thinking about it. I don't know how well I'll sleep tonight. Funny thing is that I had a really vivid dream about a house getting almost invaded on Wednesday night. I guess it's one of those random times when dreams and real life match up.