Late Night Visitor

Dear Drunken Knocking Girl,

I felt a real connection as you knocked on my door for forty minutes last night, jiggling the handle. I called out “Who is it?” when I relized you weren’t going to leave anytime soon. How could I not feel comforted by the “It’s me” I heard in response. Of course, I still didn’t know who you were, so I asked, “Who’s me?”.  You creatively responded, “It’s a surprise!” Yes, a surprise visitor at 3:30 in the morning.

All that you left behind after we called Campus Safety, was  a giant wet spot on the floor and a pair of sweat pants and underwear in the bathroom. I may never know who you are, Drunken Knocking Girl, or just what Campus Safety saw when they ushered you back to wherever you came from, but I won’t soon forget our experience together. Next time I hope you have more luck finding your way back to your room.

Yours truly,

Surprised Sleeper

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One thought on “Late Night Visitor

  1. Oh dear. Haha, it’s funny to me now, but I bet in the moment it was not! I would be pretty perturbed. I hope drunken knocking girl doesn’t pay another surprise visit anytime soon. Maybe she’ll make a guest appearance in one of your stories someday 😉

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