Your Roommate

You wake up to rustling downstairs. You dig for your phone in the darkness of your room. You see that's nearly three in the morning. "What the hell..." you grumbled. You try to fall back to sleep. The rustling comes back follows by some banging. You sit up and turn on the lamp on your nightstand. You sleepily climb out of bed and padded over to your door. You have your cell phone in hand as you open your door. "Monica?" You call out. Monica was your roommate. There was no answer. "Son of bitch..." you cursed as you continue to hear noises downstairs. You pick up the baseball bat next to your door before stepping into the hall way.

"Who's down there?" you call out as your make your way towards the stairs. There was still no answer. You cue up the emergency number on your phone, ready to make the call.

You get downstairs and call out again, "Hello? Whose there?" Its dimly lit downstairs in the living room, only a small night lamp lights the space. At least it keeps you from being in completely darkness. You peer at your front door and relax at little. Its still closed and dead bolted. The back door could have been broken into but that was unlikely since the fence would keep people of the back yard. Even if they got in there the ultra bright flood lamps would hinder them standing back there for very long. You would have noticed the flood lamps from your room. You relax a bit as your make your way towards the kitchen dinning room which was fully lit.

"Fuck..." you breathed as you look into the kitchen. Monica your roommate is sitting at the small dinning table eating toast with peanut butter. She is stark naked. From the look on her face, a blank sleepy look you know that she is sleep walking. Something she often did when she was sleep deprived.