the boyfriend woke me at 3am and whispered "There's someone in the apartment..." i freaked. i grabbed Mr. Big Stick from beside the bed (i've been sleeping with a club next to the bed for years) and crept about the apartment, ready to beat down anything that moved. there was nothing. i checked all the doors and windows, twice, and went back to bed, where the boyfriend was soundly asleep. he'd dreamt it, it seems, but i'm paranoid enough to think of things like 'i didn't check in the cupboards... or the laundry hamper... did i really check behind the couch enough?' so i didn't sleep the rest of the night.