I was pleasantly pleased with how quickly I had fallen asleep given the situation and conversations leading up to bed. It was too late for so much complaining and hardheaded venting, but I listened for a friend. It was difficult to find the right words – a balance of support and a reality check. I don’t know if I found that balance.
Sleeping on my side, turned to the wall – it was good and peaceful. I felt weight next to me. It embraced me. It was sweet and strong. But I didn’t know who it was. They wouldn’t let me see them and they started kissing me and touching me. Panic and fear set it. I pushed them out of my bed and screamed and screamed. They were shocked and scared but not moving fast enough for me. I got them in the door way and pushed their body halfway out – legs still over the threshold. I could hear people coming and I started screaming but I had no volume and it was a weak scream. No one came. I pushed and pushed the rest of the body out of the door. As soon as he was out the door he stood and there was mess around his feet. Scattered odds and ends that seemed to come from no where and his dick was out. He tried to force himself through and I scrambled to close the door and lock it. He was pushing back on the other side and I wasn’t sure if I was fast enough to get it closed and locked. I was scared the the door wasn’t secure and he would force his way back in. The locked clicked and I felt better. I quietly stepped away from the door and he pounded on it. It looked like it was moving with each pound. I came closer and spied through the peep hole – he was staring back at me. I stared and he did, too.
I think it was my neighbor.