intruders

My upstairs apartment is one of three units that create our cute building on the corner of cota street. 

To say I love my neighbors is an understatement. Down below to the left lives a sweet, quiet, older hispanic couple who have lived in their same unit for 15 years. They smile, water the outside plants, and continually warn me that my bike may get stolen. And down below to the right, we have Rosa the palm reader and her husband. 

This woman is a piece of work. She is round, loud, incredibly sweet, hispanic, has a different hair color every week, speaks with a hilarious accent, burns incense during all hours of the day, and is constantly telling me about her own daughter my age, and how she "completely understands me". She's always reminding me that she has my back,  and can always feel safe with her keeping guard of our apartment. After the first day of meeting her, she told me that she loved me, and I find myself yelling the "I LOVE YOU TOO ROSA" across the street back at her. She is a wonderful, crazy neighbor who I am happy to have. 

My cat on the other hand is so comfortable with her surroundings and her Queenly status now, that she crawls out the window to hang out on the roof (CRAZY), and has a new found love of playing on the stairs at night. It's like clock work. 

She lounges all day, soaking in the sunlight and every belly caress she can get, goes poop while I brush my teeth (gross) and then once I shut my door to sleep she meows about 6 times (knowing full well that I'm not letting her in) and then, becomes psycho. I hear her BOLTING, running as fast as she can around the house. Rolling, pouncing, maybe she invites all the neighborhood cats over and they dance on their hind legs to the bumping hip hop music that comes from the cars on the street? Who the frick knows. But it's just ironic to me that right when I lay my head down on my pillow to sleep after a long day, the apartment comes alive. 

So I'm in bed yesterday, dead asleep, until I jolt up to my blasting ring tone (lift off ft. beyonce). I'm half startled and look to see a random number from pasadena calling at 1 am. 

I personally am NOT a fan of picking up unknown numbers. Some people find it thrilling, but in my head I'm thinking, "If your not in my phone I probably don't want to talk to you, and if it's really important, you'll leave me a message."

So I naturally don't answer and see a voice mail pop up. Right when I'm going to listen to it, they call again.

This time I'm trying to think more logically, "Okay I don't want to answer right now! But since it's so late they probably have something important to say?"

-"Hello?"

--"Eh Jenna, Sweetie, it's Rosa. 

-Oh, Rosa, hi what's up? (half asleep)

--"Sweetie, I think someone is trying to break into your door. I hear some sounds and I'm pretty sure someone is trying to break in. I just want you to be aware. Okay?"

-"Oh wow. Okay thanks, bye."

My immediate thoughts: So thankful for the call. But just be AWARE????  I love you Rosa, but maybe you can send out your husband with a gun to check?

Then I go into terrified mode. 

You know that feeling where you are truly scared, your pounding heart takes over the room and feels like it might bust through your ears. And you become completely silent because if you make a sound then you can't hear their every move. 

Then the realistic thoughts come across your mind about what you would actually do if a man busted through your door. (even though 65% of you knows it's nothing)

"Okay so someone's trying to break in.  Jenna what's your move?

Call 911. scream? punch? I can't jump out the window! OH gosh I've never been put in this type of trauma. TURN THE LIGHT ON?. Yea yea then they'll get scared and bounce."

Let's just thank the Lord that nothing like this has happened to me, because I'd be a hott mess. I'd Probably offer him my ipad, a delicious cookie and ask him nicely to leave. 

So I muster up the courage, hop out of bed, slowly open the door, and thrust on the light. I see sofia playing around as usual and I KNOW it's just her making noise. So I am a bit more at ease, and climb back into bed exhausted. I am praying and listening to Sofia playing, paired with the exact sound of someone trying to open the door. And I know its just her! But my mind is playing tricks.

Enough about intruders and cats. I'm still alive and that's all that matters.