footprints

and lack of sleep

I’m exhausted.

Last night was the worst. I think in the beginning of the evening I was talking in my sleep, and I believe Eric and I had a conversation about him escaping from El Salvador because he was considered evil. Shortly thereafter a car alarm went off. And not those nice, polite car alarms where the guy goes running out in the rain apologizing and turning off the little chirps. It was one of those alarms that gives you the total bedlum. WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOOH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! PrrrrIIIII! PrrrrrIIIII! PrrrrIIII! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE!

And then it would shut off. I’d put my head back on the pillow.

WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOH! WEEE-OOOOH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! WAAH! PrrrrIIIII! PrrrrrIIIII! PrrrrIIII! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! WooooOOOOOOOIIEEEE! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! Piiiiooooooouuuuu! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE! WEE!

Eric would get up to shut the window, but the alarm would stop. He’d stare at the window for a second, decide it was all over, and get back into bed.

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