Unsafe. (2:21 am)
I am nervous. I just got home from a night of fun times and was unlocking my door when a girl who came in behind me called out. “Hey!” she said. “Hi.” I said. “My name’s Sam, I live on the fourth floor.” “Hi,” I said again. “I’m Sarah, I live right here,” motioning to my door. She then proceeded to tell me that earlier today, after her boyfriend had left for the day without locking the door, someone had entered her apartment. She assumed it was her boyfriend, as he started climbing the ladder to their loft. Then, when she sat up in bed, the man bolted. She was left to assume that a strange man had been roaming the hallway, and when her boyfriend left without locking the door, had entered to rob their apartment. This makes me nervous for so many reasons. I am locking my door tight tonight.
