in the middle of the night

i couldn't sleep last night, so i was sitting out on our couch reading. suddenly there was a loud banging on our door. it was 2:30 a.m. and our couch is maybe 15 feet away from the door, so i just about jumped out of my skin.

i ran back to our bedroom and flipped on the light, hoping that would wake my husband (quite a sound sleeper) up quickly as i frantically whisper-yelled, "babe! babe, wake up! someone was banging on our door!" he mumbled, "are you serious?" (do i play that many jokes and act like such a maverick that you think i would honestly wake you up in the middle of the night pretending someone is banging on the door?! yes i am serious!)

but before i could answer there was another incredibly loud banging on the door, and lance got up and went to answer the door. i walked out behind him, debating if i should grab a knife or call 911, and I listened as he talked to the person through the chain. they asked for someone who (obviously) does not live here.  they were shining a bright light in dear lance's face and i felt some relief thinking maybe it was a cop. but after lance finished talking to them he said it was not a cop, but maybe a repo man.

lance fell right back to sleep and i stayed up googling repo men ... wondering how they got into our gated community at that hour of the night or even at all ... and being really, really thankful lance was home! i got the feeling that if we had not answered the door this man would have broken it down. s-c-a-r-y!