Breaking in

5:00 am

Police just came into my apartment through a window. I woke up as they were trying to get in. I am fucking terrified. My heart feels like it is going to beat out of me. At the same point, I have never felt so alive. I feel tears on my face— not ones of emotion, but physical. This is so weird. I guess the alarm was going off in my building and they saw the light on in my room and climbed up here on the roof. My poor little heart. I can now understand how people can have heart attacks out of shock. I am rambling because I am most definitely, in shock. 

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5 thoughts on “Breaking in

  1. Yes! The footprints are still on my wall. It was definitely something I will never forget. I realized how quickly life could change or how susceptible we are . . I prefer the police coming in than a burglar . .

  2. I suppose I didn’t feel the need to have someone there, but had a burning desire to talk to someone, anyone. Unfortunately, I realized that 5am in PR during the week, is quite a lonely time.
    4am in New York. That sweet hour where the city is sleeping if they aren’t partying.
    2am in California. Again, CA was sleeping.
    So, I sat in my bed waiting for the gym to open and was in awe at my body’s physical sensations. My fingers tingled, my heart palpitated . . it was odd. The gym calmed me.

    The building alarm had gone off and they saw my window slightly opened. So, logic was the burglar climbed through my apartment. So, they climbed the roof and mimicked the burglar. Doesn’t make too much sense, as they did not do so gracefully

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