killiara

On a day when the wind is blowing hard outside the window, dust filling the lungs, trapped in my office because it has a humidifier/air filter and cloth drawn over the central air vent and windows to keep the dust out, that's the day I decide since i won't be able to focus on anything, that I need to sit down, work on the crochet project for my mom, and watch Lost Tapes on Netflix.

In an empty house. With the wind blowing. Feeling slightly trapped because my asthma means I shouldn't leave this environmentally controlled room today. It won't kill me, but it'll hurt.

And I pick a series that seems to THRIVE on home invasion images. You can't get out. But they can get in. Be it campsite, boat, car, or your house... or your BEDROOM. And yes, it really WAS Vampires that stole your teddy bear when you were 6.

Fast forward to tonight. Hubby needed to run an errand. The wind's died down so I poke my head out as he comes back, talk a little bit, and head back towards my 'safe room', past the...

"Um, Hubby? Please tell me you simply forgot to close the front door..."

He did. But that's one HELL of a false positive to get.