not another tipical thursday night.

It happened last week, I think. 
But I only have time to write about it today.
My 'sleep cycle' is way off track since, I don't know, a month ago, maybe.
So, on that night, 3 o'clock (well, morning, to be exact)
I was lying on my bed with my laptop on.

Then someone opened the door. There was this man, entered my room. White, American.
I was shocked, thinking, who the hell is he and what the fuk is going on.
He was drunk. I think. He must be.
All I can do was, just, watched him. 
I said, "You're in the wrong room." and hoping he would get out of the room when he saw me, someone that he don't know, in the room.
He was like, "oh."
Then he closed the door.


I started to panic. But, I didn't really do anything.
I don't know. I was just, shocked.
Then he walked slowly towards me. I woke up, sat on my bed, and just, looked him in the eyes. He did the same too.
It looked like he wanted to lay on my bed, next to me. =.="
I kept asking, "What are you doing? Are you okay? Do you know in who's room you're in now?"
He was like, didn't really respond to me. All he said was "yeah.." and kept looking into my eyes. 
He was really close to my bed. 
It gets really weird then. He was like, searching for something at the end of my bed.
Why would he be searching for something in a room he never been in before?

"What are you looking for?"

"Bathroom"


"Oh, not in here. Come, I'll show you where," while thinking what the fuk. =.="


I got off my bed, walked towards the door, opened it, got outside, and he followed me. 

"The bathroom is there, can you see the water cooler?"

"Oh. Thank you"


"No problem. Are you sure you're okay?" 


Then he just, walked away. I quickly got back into my room and LOCKED the door.
Only then, I really panic. omg. Did what happened, really happened?
Only then, I thought, what if he was drunk and throwing up everywhere.
What if he made a fuss in my room. What if? What if?

But one thing that amazed me is, how calm I was when that happened. I don't know. I was just, really shocked and speechless.


Moral of the story: Don't forget to lock the door.