Shortly after I left my husband I was living in a little crappy townhouse in a not great neighborhood and woke up one night at 2am to a man crouched next to my bed 2 feet in front of my face. When the police got there they couldn't figure it out as there was no sign of forced entry...finally they showed me how the heavy arcadia door could be closed completely and appear locked by the lock wasn't "catching" so I'd been sleeping in there unlocked for months I'm sure. Ugh.
Now given that scenario I was lucky in that he was a transient, no shoes or shirt, looking for money. Probably drunk or something. It was almost like he didn't realize I was right there sleeping.
I went straight in to attack mode. I screamed, chased him, grabbed a kitchen butcher knife, ran after him...was in full blown fight mode.
I had no idea I had that reaction in me. Always thought I would freeze. But you truly never know until you are faced with that situation.
All I can say is he is lucky he ran faster than me. I would have killed him. And he meant me no harm, I sincerely believe.