My dream was interrupted by a buzzing that slowly turned
into a high pitched alarm as I fully awoke.
It sounded like a fire alarm but I wasn’t sure until I opened the door
and felt its full piercing volume. Since
I didn’t smell a trace of smoke or see any burning people running down the
hallway I figured it was a false alarm.
I went back to bed and hoped the noise would end soon. Dad heard none of this. It has been a few years since he could hear
such high pitched sounds without his hearing aids. As he lay there breathing deeply with his own
unique flutter, sleep undisturbed by the ruckus, I felt the slightest bit
jealous.
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