This morning was.... a disaster.
I was sleeping blissfully in bed, having an extremely odd dream (trust me people, I could keep this blog alive on my strange dreams alone,) and was snuggled contenedly under the covers.
A loud, wailing siren pierced the early morning, and I, like any normal human, leaped straight out of bed and ran to the kitchen.
Disoriented, but having discovered it was indeed the fire alarm in our building, but not in our individual apartment, I quickly stumbled back to the room.
But it KEPT GOING.
So, pivoting in our doorway, I was torn between acquiring my most needed glasses, or getting a coverup on before heading outside, because people, it was a FIRE alarm! And, I have to admit, I was oddly excited that I would have a real incident to blog about.
My lovely husband, all the while, has barely stirred in bed, and at this point says "is that the fire alarm?"
I'm just about to make a sprint for our bathroom to get my glasses/contacts (I'm nearly blind people!) and my wedding rings that are in my drawer (are you kidding me? If I slept with those suckers on, my fingers would be the size of a hot dog in the morning!) when, all of a sudden, the fire alarm ceased.
My husband grunted and rolled over to go back to sleep, and I was left standing in our doorway.
My heart was racing, my eyes were open, and I was ready for some action!
But, alas, nothing happened.
Everything was quiet in our building
And, I was left awake.
At least I had something to do! (blog)