This morning I as so rudely awakened by the fire alarm in the building going off unexpectedly. There was no fire. I don’t think anyone pulled the alarm. It seemed to be some sort of glitch in the matrix as they say. I was not happy. It had been storming in exactly the right way to get perfect sleep. My room was cool and comfortable. Then, I was subjected to the horrible wailing of the alarm, which just so happens to be situated right outside my apartment door. I was not happy. The cats were not happy. I called the manager who eventually got it sorted out, but not before I decided to get the hell out of here and hoof it to the gas station.
The last time anything like this happened, I was living in Japan. I woke up in the middle of the night because of an earthquake — the worst one that I’d experienced during my time there. It was difficult to go back to sleep. Not only was I in a state of anxiety, but they called out the police and fire department to check the buildings for damage. Even on the ninth floor, I could hear theirÂ radios or whatever it was that they were using to communicate.
I guess the moral of the story is: Cole doesn’t like loud noises.