i woke up this morning to the sound of a seemingly omnipresent siren. one doesn't usually know what to do when one hears such a thing, so one sits halfway up in bed with a confounded looks upon ones face, intermittently peeking through the blinds as though maybe one will find that it's only the tree outside the window making such a noise.

but, no... i guess trees don't make such a noise.

the sound wasn't unlike an air raid siren. i've only heard air raid sirens in places such as steven speilberg films, but one has to place a reference somewhere. so, naturally, the first thing i think is that we will soon be bombed... or gassed... or some other wartime activity.

but, then my logic engine starts to kick in and i realize that if it were indeed such an emergency, my door would burst open with screams of urgency, begging me to wake and get dressed so that we may soon flee.

so... i waited for that...

it never came...

what did come, however, was an ominous silence. my body was horizontal, still, but i was awake - wide eyed with a new found interest in hearing people and making sure they were calm and not worried about being melted in a flash of light. but i didn't hear a thing. the house was empty.

so, at that moment, i decided that if there were some sort of artillery headed this way, the phone would suddenly start ringing off the hook - commanding me to grab only what i can carry and leave the city by any means necessary... or, if that option was unavailable, to at least take cover.

no telephone ever rang,

so, after a considerable amount of time spent waiting, i decided it was okay. luckily, there was no need to find my way back to comfortable position (i am very adept at 'resting' or being 'comfortable' even in tense situations... not that i was tense. far from it.) and i closed my eyes to sleep for a little while longer... and this story just became blog filler.