We had some cracked out woman ringing our doorbell last night looking for "you."
When she was told she had the wrong apartment she replied "ha ha. very funny."
I will admit my mind started to race and I began to wonder if Keith really knew her.
Had she just dropped by on a whim not knowing I was around?
Keith laughed at me and had a good eye-roll.
We eventually spied on her from the open bedroom window while she danced around in her hot pink hat to non-existent music.
Someone eventually let her into the building (!!!) and Keith found her leaning on her "boyfriend's" door, staring into space. He kindly escorted her back outside.
I can't quite explain it, but these events totally creeped me out and I fitfully fell asleep with visions of her climbing through an upstairs window and dancing her way to the foot of our bed...
at 3:53 PM