A Wake Up Call

Ahah, since everybody's been sharing a little of what's happening... my turn. Today was supposed to be like another ordinary morning. Waking up, making a little spot of breakfast. Pancakes or something like that was supposed to be it. Then a full morning of some maths problems, chewing on the little annoying details that impede the answers. Life has a sick and cruel way of awakening a person from that dream. To be precise, an alarm clock of two rather idiotic bums messing around with a chain. A really thick chain. And the sharp snapping of padlocks... or what used to be padlocks. Panic. The sickening calmy cold gaggy feeling thrusting up my throat. There was no time to think, just act. A swift move, unplugging the most valuable item in the room, my laptop. Moving as fast and quickly as i could into another room, hiding the same laptop under some sheets. A quick call for help... And thrusted back into a living nightmare. There, one of the idiotic bugger stood, a knife... or rather a parang in his hand. The rest was a blur... from the panic filled blabbering, and the screaming instinct of not to do anything stupid. Any notion of fight had by now fled away into the mist of the nightmare. Moving around, getting things... being made an unwilling accomplice to a burglary. There must be an angel watching over my back... for as fast as the nightmare had started, it ended. Things were all too eerie... wishing that i could just snap out of the dream, or nightmare, or whatever it was. But a ransacked house dashed those little hopes all too well. A call to the police... only to be answered by an engaged line tone. The wonders of the local police when there is actually an emergency. What irony. I am safe... though the concept of safe just needs to be defined. Physically safe? Sure... but mentally that is another matter. Sure, I've lost my ID, a stack of CD's, an mp3 player along with some other trinkets and baubles which I have yet to check. But that is nothing compared to the notion of shelter... the shelter and security of a home. That... I suppose has been quite irrovicibly shaken.