This past Sunday night was my 2nd night back in my empty house after visiting NC. It is still a little weird (and sad) to be all alone in my house when going to bed. I went to sleep at about midnight, but then was startled awake at 2:40am by a very loud crash! My first thoughts while being ripped from my peaceful sleep was that my ceiling fan (which was on) was hitting something or breaking apart and going to fall down and seriously kill or injure me. But after a few seconds past, I knew that that exact cause of the noise was incorrect b/c I was still alive and unhurt. I reached over to my remote control and turned the light on and the fan off. After my eyes adjusted, I scanned the room to see what happened, but not a single thing was out of place. I then began wondering if I had imagined the sound. Was it a part of my dream? Did my mind just exaggerate some noise like the sprinklers going off outside? And of course the typical thoughts one thinks of when they are all by themselves, is someone in my house or trying to break in?!? I turned my light back off and laid there carefully listening for any other strange noises. I didn't hear anything besides the sprinklers outside. But that didn't keep me from freaking out, especially since I still didn't know the source of the sound or if it was even REAL! So I remained in bed, absolutely still and alert, for 30 min. During this time, I considered calling a friend and asking them if they would come over. But I felt bad about waking them up in the middle of the night, AND that it also meant that I would have to GET OUT OF BED and let them in my house! I wasn't quite ready to move yet. I also thought about calling one of you out East where it was closer to waking up time, but then thought, well what good would that do besides just waking you up and letting you know that I was freaked out. (Unless any of you DO have a secret super sonic jet, and would have been able to come to my house.) After that 30 minutes, I decided that I wanted to go back to sleep b/c I was tired, but I couldn't close my eyes! I was still too worried. So I got up the courage to get up and lock my bedroom and bathroom doors to help me feel more safe and secure (plus I had to go to the bathroom). I crept to my door and peeked into the hallway to just check it and John's old room out. Everything looked fine so I closed and locked my door. (Not like a little locked bedroom door would really stop someone who really wanted to GET me!) I then proceeded to the bathroom to lock the hallway bathroom door. As I slowly pushed my bathroom door open, I stopped in shock! My bathroom mirror was shattered in pieces all over the counter and floor! I was also in shock b/c during my half hour of worry, I had actually thought that maybe the giant crash was the mirror falling! I dismissed that thought quickly thinking, "well that is dumb, why would the mirror fall off the wall?" I guess all 22 spots of glue decided that they just couldn't hold on anymore.
I had mixed feelings. I was relieved to know what woke me, but then concerned about cleaning up the mess, getting a new mirror, and being able to use the bathroom right then and in the morning. I decided that I didn't want to spend another hour awake in the middle of the night to clean up the mess. So I grabbed my flipflops and carefully entered the bathroom. I still did peek in the hallway again and lock the bathroom door before I climbed back in bed to go to sleep. I was rather tired that next day at school, but thank goodness for early out Monday's!
I didn't think of taking pictures until I had picked up most of the mess, but here are the afterwards. That box is very heavy!
