Daily Prompt: You walk into your home to find a couple you don’t know sitting in your living room, eating a slice of cake. Tell us what happens next…
When I arrived home, the door was ajar. What the f___? I could hear voices coming from inside. I looked up that the number on the door, 412, yep that’s mine.
“GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I yelled as I stormed into the living room. There were two people sitting on my loveseat, eating cake. I half wondered where they got it from. They just stared at me like I was speaking gibberish.
“GET OUT!” I pointed vigorously in the direction of the front door. “GET. OUT!”
There were people shaped shadows on the curtains. I strode over, yanked the drapes open and revealed 3 people out on the balcony, making themselves at home. I double locked the door. Turning around, I noticed there were 4 more people in my dining area.
“GET THE F___ OUT OF MY HOUSE!” I started pushing people out of the door. I’d no sooner get rid of one and two more would show up. I stomped into my bedroom and couldn’t believe it! There were 5 people in there, sitting on the bed drinking milk and playing cards!
“GET OUT!” Once again, I just got blanks looks. I grabbed the nearest person and dragged him to the front door and pushed him out. I finally managed to clear the bedroom, just to find that someone had unlocked the balcony door and 2 of the 3 people out there had come in.
“GET OUT!” I jabbed my finger in the direction of the sliding glass door, with my other hand I wiped the tears off my face “OUT!”
They, at least, seemed to understand and went back out onto the balcony; they had a small fire going. I re-locked the door and pulled the drapes closed. I looked around the apartment, made sure no one else was there, and went to lock the front door.
I woke up, flat on my back in bed. It was dark. I still felt anxious and frustrated. Oh my god I hope I wasn’t yelling in my sleep. I rolled over, snuggled into my blankets and tried to go back to sleep, hoping for better dreams.