So I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the facilities. Already disoriented because I never wake up mid-sleep, I finished my business when I looked outside and noticed how bright the moon was. Finding a perfect photo opportunity (gotta love "free" digital film), I padded sleepily back to my room for my camera.
The window was open about six inches--the perfect height for my digital to sit on the ledge. I disabled the flash, because I wanted the natural light of the moon to be the focus of the picture. I was so intent on the focus of the picture that I didn't hear the approach.
"Hey. What are you doing?" came the loudest voice you ever heard at half-awake at 2 in the morning.
My heart skipped a beat--I swear I stroked a little.
I don't remember much about the interchange Krista and I shared half-in, half-out of the bathroom at 2 in the morning last night--but I do remember I was trying to keep my heart from full on cardiac arrest. I distinctly remember for one brief moment being so shaken up that I could have started bawling. Luckily, I didn't.
I let her in the back door (she'd been locked out and was going to climb through the bathroom window) without saying a word, glided wordlessly to my room, closed the door, and just stood there. Hello anxiety.
Here's the picture that almost cost me my life:
3 comments:
hahahahahah i LOVE IT.
ah... this story is a good one.. krista does seem like the kind that would kill you in the middle of the night.. you better watch out for her
i would say it was worth it. krista is spooky.
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