Since I’ve returned home I’ve been using my sister’s old alarm clock. It’s an ancient clock radio sort of thing. Not very noteworthy or noticeable. Actually it’s kind of ugly. It doesn’t even work. It should play the radio, but it doesn’t. It’s sporadic at best. Most of the time the alarm comes on and just hums the deep buzz of dead air space. But, I think it’s great. I have always hated the incessant shrill of the usual alarm. It makes me mad. The last thing we need is a grumpy, caffeine-free Colleen.
So over the past two months I’ve gently awoken to this soft hum… until today. It was a unique experience today. I was sleeping, and in the throws of that pleasant place of dreams just before one awakes. And then the alarm went off.
“FIRE”
I sat up straight and looked around in a panic. I am pretty much blind without my glasses so I patted around and then placed them on my face. And then I heard the talking continue and my mind pieced together the sentence I had missed.
“Fire raged in a downtown house. Two were injured. In sports today…”
Still not a pleasant way to wake up, but my panic subsided and I started to breathe normally again. Then I continued my day as usual…… unaffected.
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