Someone broke into our house while I lay in bed asleep and Partner was out.
They didn't steal much, just enough to piss us off.
The strange thing was my complete lack of emotion when we figured it out. Just a brief thought of, "good thing I didn't wake up". I'm not sure why I am so numb about it.
About ten years ago, my house was broken into when I was out one afternoon. I lived alone. That night was the only night I ever felt frightened living alone. I even tied bells to all the curtains so I would hear if someone came through the window, and pulled the phone into my room and closed the door. Silly really, since the deed was done and I had nothing left worth stealing. They weren't coming back.
This time... I hope they don't come back. They sure didn't take everything worth taking - maybe they saw me or heard me move and ran for it. Hopefully they haven't kept us in mind for future reference.