There was a horrid banging on my door that woke me up from my dream, and when I checked my clock, it was a few minutes shy of eight in the morning.

I wasn’t expecting vistors, and I didn’t know anyone who’d be that loud. I hurriedly got dressed in a robe and some slippers, worried it was an emergency. As I opened the door, I was greet by a beautiful blond woman with pretty blue eyes, dressed in yoga pants and a loose fitted top.

She was not my neighbor. In ...