A new use for a prized possession

I live in a big house by myself. Since it's been my home since I was ten, I am used to the creaks and groans as it settles at night. I am also used to how the house sounds when someone is walking around upstairs, downstairs, on the same floor as me, etc.

Last night (or this morning, whatever you will) at 3, I woke up suddenly. The sound the house makes when someone else is there besides me woke me up. I thought. Of course, I was groggy, but I listened, and every so often thought I heard something. Now, honestly, I have been having funky dreams lately, so I am certain my mind was not there, but in order for me to fall back asleep, I had to get up and at least see if someone were upstairs with me.

Truly, I'm not that brave, but I knew there was no falling back to sleep if I didn't do something. I turned on my light, stood up, and looked around for a weapon. What did I find? or, should I say, what did I grab?

My nalgene.

I love my nalgene water bottle because it has been everywhere with me. My thoughts went like this in their fuzzy state: nalgenes are supposed to be unbreakable. Hmm.

I opened the door, saw no one. Closed the door. Put my nalgene down and proceeded to sleep like a baby.

I forgot about the events of 3am until my cousin called me at 3pm and told me about a dream she had had. Then I remembered something odd about my own night.

Thank goodness for my nalgene.