The other night, I woke up from a dream and saw a tall man with a grey beard standing in the hallway, staring into my room. He looked like Roberts Blossom, the scary old guy from Home Alone.
I had to look once, then twice because I was still half sleeping. It was really creepy. I looked again and he kept staring. I screamed aloud, maybe hoping it would scare him away...
Then I realized my door wasn’t even open. And in quite fact, my grey-hooded jacket was hanging on the back of my door.
And then I felt like a sleepily blind dipshit and hoped my room mate hadn’t been woken by my girly scream.