He came in through the kitchen window.

I woke, got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head.

Need coffee. I patted my right cheek. WTF? Maybe I left it next to the computer; where's the computer... where's my camera? Oh shit.

I was robbed a burglar pried the moulding off the kitchen window, sprung the latch stole the electronics from the kitchen counter top and then came in my bedroom and took the wallet out of my pants lying on the chair at the foot of my bed while I slept there.

Long day, filing complaint with police, inquiring with the nefarious characters in town.