Wow...that was an adrenaline rush...and not in a good way...

So last night, I was sleeping quite soundly when I heard my alarm system door chime (forgot to activate it last night...will never do that again) for my back door. My Love isn't home right now...he is away doing Army stuff at work for a bit. I usually don't hear ANYTHING at night, so imagine my

(not my actual handgun, but similar)

surprise to hear that...shocked, because I KNOW I locked it last night, I grab my handgun and chamber a bullet. After doing that, I walk
slowly toward the living room, shutting V's door on the way.

I ask loudly "Is there someone in my house?"...silence...(louder this time)..."Is there anyone in my house??"...silence...

I get to the living room and see that the back door is cracked open...immediately I am imagining someone grabbed V from her bed and took her out my back door and stole her...

until she says "Mommy, I had a scary dream and was looking for you"...WTH?!?!?!?! 

Me: "Why were you looking outside?"
V: "Because I had a bad dream"
Me: "You scared me. I was in bed. You can't open the doors at night. Ever."
V: "Can I sleep with you?"
Me: "Of course..." as if there were another choice at this point...

The adrenaline was rushing, my heart was racing a million miles an hour...I couldn't get back to sleep forever! For the next couple of hours I tossed and turned and had nightmarish dreams on and off until I finally decided to call it quits and get up. Coffee was my best friend this morning. Whew...