Walking into my room has become a bit of an adventure lately. It's a bit like this...

*Jen walks down the hall, notices door is shut. Her mind begins to go through the possibilities. Bracing herself, she opens the door and either lets out a sigh of relief, chokes back laughter, or resists the urge to turn and run right back downstairs or outside or somewhere else.*

It's safe during the day. After about 5 or 6, though, all bets are off. And by 10 pm or so... Well, then it can get interesting. If no one was there when I left my room, it might be safe. And if not... Well, that's when I enter with caution. I only fled once. I've laughed many times. And when I get to sigh with relief? That's just really nice. Though it's getting rarer.