3rd November 21
We were sleeping in our bed. But also, we were not in our flat. Or were we? Bedroom was longer, expanding away from the window with dark brown antique furniture in this new space. We no longer had floor heating but big carpets instead. Oriental carpet under the seating.
During the night something wokes me up. There’s light and voices in the living room. The light shines through the little gap between the door and the floor. I hear that the voices belong to burglars. I freeze in my bed, in sleeping position. I never sit up in the bed during the night.
“They’re sleeping,” said burglar as he opens the bedroom door. They close the door and go back. I pick up my phone, to call the police, but the battery is almost dead. I woke up my BF, telling his about the situation. Whispering.
We panic and can’t reach the dialing on our phones. When we finally dialed the right number. We whispered to the lady what was going on. Burglars came back and I lay on the phone to cover him. They notice nothing. We can’t seem to tell the right address or what flat are we in.











