The silent leaper

When I woke up this morning, there was an interesting note written to me from my housemate. And this is how the story goes…

“This morning was the weirdest thing that has happened in this house for a long time. It’s a good thing Joe had left already or he would have been oddly turned on. :) It was pretty funny though.”

Just as I finished reading and had closed the notebook, my housemate came out of her bedroom. She made some comment about how hilarious this morning was. Needless to say, I was quite confused. What had happened this morning?

She must have noticed the confusion. “Do you not remember?”

”I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

She burst out laughing. And then began to tell the story. Apparently it was about a quarter after 5, and Joe had just left, so she got up to pee. Around this same time, apparently I got out of bed and went to the fridge to get a glass of water. As she was heading back to her room, she turned the corner and saw that my bedroom door was open. Being very groggy, she hesitated and said “hello?” Silence. A few seconds later, as the story goes, I shouted out the most casual, unenthusiastic “aaah” ever. Nothing. A few more seconds pass, then apparently she sees me silently leap away to my room, hiding. Yes, leap. Now she’s the confused one. So she walks back into her room and says to me, “It’s safe now.” Then a minute or so later I walk to the fridge and get my water.

I must have been asleep the whole time. And now apparently the question is whether or not I was wearing any clothes early this morning in my quest for water. I say that yes, I was, because I was definitely fully dressed when I went to bed last night, and again when I woke up. But my housemate stands firm in saying, “I asked if you were naked cuz the flash of flesh I saw sure looked like it, my leaping-nude friend.” Either way, thank goodness for her grogginess.