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| Sagrada Familia, 2005 |
At 4 this morning I was awakened from a really sound sleep all snuggled in my flannel sheets to this. I stumbled out of bed, grabbed my bathrobe and headed to the door and just as I got to the window to peek out, he did it AGAIN.
In the brief moment before I opened the door, it flashed through my mind that the story I'd been writing for my writing group was coming true. And maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't open the door.
But I did.
He wasn't wielding an axe or a chainsaw and was instantly apologetic when he saw me and knew he was at the wrong house. Apologizing repeatedly, he went down the steps and headed in the direction I pointed.
I hope he found the house he was looking for, and that someone there was awake and expecting a friendly ding dong.
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