They just walked in.. Two women who were plainly dressed. I asked them to leave because I had work to do. This was a lie. I only had my lap top in front of me watching clips of The Breakfast Club.

The two women could clearly see my screen. And they just continued on, into my house.

I was furious. I grabbed them both their hands and rather expertly, I must say, swung them back through the front door.

But there were others. Several men. More women. I was worried.

I thought they were protesters, since I’d seen many throughout the last year, in the town square. But these were on my front lawn. On my porch.

I was so pissed. I told them to leave or I would call 911. Then I thought: was it okay to call 911? Was this an actual emergency?

I went back to my lap and they continued. What I mean by continued, I don’t know. Which is another reason I didn’t want to call 911. I was no longer angry. I was confused.