Blinded by the light

Last night, I had trouble falling asleep, as I often do. I went to bed around 1:00, and then read for about an hour. So a little after 2:00, I turned out the light. I started falling asleep, but then all of a sudden, my building started making a bunch of noise. The building's utility room is adjacent to my apartment, and it sounded like a very loud flushing toilet for about 20 minutes. So I must have finally fallen asleep at about 2:30.
Then I heard a loud knock on my door. I thought I must be dreaming, but I was now awake. I looked at the clock: 3:45 a.m.
I was a little freaked out, and I still was not sure I had actually heard the knock. So, I quietly worked my way to the door,without turning on any lights. I looked through the fisheye, and a police officer was standing there.
I was just in my boxers and a t-shirt, so I didn't want to open the door, so I went back to my room to get on my pajama bottoms. The whole time, I was trying to figure out why there was a cop at my door at 3:45 in the morning. Then he knocked again.
Now you must remember that I had only recently fallen asleep, and I think I had been in the beginnings of REM sleep, so I was a bit groggy still. But here are the things that went through my mind:

One of my friends is dead. They must have been in a car crash. No, that makes no sense. Why would a cop come to my door for that? They wouldn't know to come here. Was it something I did? Have I broken the law?

And then, here is what actually went through my mind:

It is something from my blog. The NSA is spying on me. It's because in my post about Belle and Sebastian tickets, I mentioned delivering a pipebomb. The government thinks I am a terrorist. No, that can't be it. They would not send the DeKalb police for that. The FBI would be here.

By now, I was back to the door, and so I opened it up. I forgot that there is a very bright porch light out my door, so I was immediately blinded. But I could see this short little man who was about 25 years old standing in front of me.
"Yes?" I said.
"Sorry to wake you sir," said the officer. "Do you know a Curtis C-----?" (I think that was the name.)
"I'm sorry, a Curtis who?" I said.
"C-----. Curtis C-----. Do you know a Curtis C-----?"
I shook my head, still a bit iris-impaired. "No, sorry."
The police officer wanted me to confirm it. "You don't know a Curtis C-----? The Mendota Police Department called us and told us we needed to come here." (Mendota is a small town about 30 miles away.)
"No, sorry. I don't know that person."
"Well, how long have you lived in this apartment," he asked.
"Since August," I said.
"Since August?"
"Yes, since August."
"I see." He paused. He tapped his giant MagLite a few times into the palm of his hand. "OK, sir. Sorry to wake you." He walked away.

I did not get back to sleep for another hour, around 5:00 a.m.


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