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last night after the strange noises upstairs in my neighbour's kitchen settled down, i slept. it was a good sleep wherein i didn't wake up in the middle of the night to imaginary sounds of someone breaking in. scenes of escape, grabbing the phone and a jacket, hiding or darting through the opposite exit of the intruder, the faux adrenalin... none of that played out in my sleepy and confused head. the confusion didn't come till morning, post-shower, mid-lunch-making, when one of my upstairs neighbours knocked on the door saying she couldn't get the front door open. i tried too with no luck. i invited her through and we banged out my back door through mounds of snow and ice. i shoveled for a good 20 minutes, left a message for the landlord, and went to work leaving the other girls sleeping upstairs... trapped!