At 6:30 am on Sunday morning, the alarm on my cell phone went off.
I reached over to where the phone sits on a night stand, picked it up and tapped the “snooze” button.
The alarm continued to ring.
Then I tried to swipe it silent.
I tapped the snooze again.
Same results. I swear the alarm was getting louder.
Panic started to set in. My roommate sleeps one wall over and I didn’t want the alarm to wake her.
So, I tried to turn the phone off.
It wouldn’t turn off.
What the heck?
I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom, where I could close the door and figure out how to make the alarm shut up.
I quietly yelled “shut up” at the phone, but that was pointless.
I continued the silencing attempts.
Much like the Energizer Bunny, the alarm kept going.
Then Natasha came into the bathroom and gave me her “what is going on?” look with a raised eyebrow.
I told her I couldn’t get the alarm to shut up.
Then Natasha told me we had visitors.
“What do you mean visitors? It’s 6:30 am!”
I walked out of the bathroom and into the bedroom and there stood a Sheriff and two men dressed in camouflage.
What the heck?
The three men looked at me and then looked at the noisy cell phone in disdain.
“I’m sorry, I can’t turn the alarm off!”
Then I woke up.
The alarm was still sounding.
It was now 6:32 am.
The noise of “Lullaby” had continued for two long minutes while I interacted with Natasha and men in my bedroom.
I had been dreaming the entire time and somehow reality and fantasy wound themselves together into something I can only describe as weird.
No, I’m not going to analyze this one other than I think I was tired.
Really, really tired.
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