December 6, 2022
Ithaca, NY | 39°F


Strange Night

It started when I heard a noise in the middle of the night.

“Kloe? You slept over?” I said. With my roommate abroad, my other two “roommates” technically live next door, but the one sleeps over sometimes.

She didn’t answer, so I went back to bed.

The next strange thing was when I went to grab my body pillow and didn’t feel anything. I assumed it somehow ended up off the bed, and fell back asleep.

Then a loud thump woke me up.

“What was that,” I yelled, immediately assuming it was my laptop.

“What’s wrong,” a surprisingly familiar voice said.

It wasn’t Kloe. It was my sister.

“Holy crap, I’m home,” I said.

The first night back is always strange. It’s spring break now, so I came home for at least a weekend. I haven’t decided how long I’m going to stay, but if last night keeps up I’m not going to get much sleep. I should write a note on my arm that says “You are not in Ithaca,” so I don’t freak out again.