Saturday morning. 4 am.
A blaring noise wakes you. It isn't the usual friendly song playing on your phone's alarm function. It is the sound of a half gimped bell ringing inside your apartment. From your closed door, you see flashing lights beneath and around the edges of the door.
It was scary.
The flash made it looked like an electrical fire.
So I was stumbling around in the room, trying to find my glasses and to turn on the real lights. When I did, I found myself woefully underdressed for inter-apartmental mingling, much less potentially -30C weather outside. ( I didn't have time to check the temperature.)
I put on some pants and a shirt. I put on two layers of jackets. It is much better to be overwarm than underwarm.
The department probably arrived in 15 or so minutes. I kinda wish this building was burnt down along with the rest of this town. Apparently some joker had a party on our floor and decided it was funny.
The really sad thing is that this is about the usual hour for us to wake up and go for work. Sad.
I'm going back to bed.
Wow... sointensely interesting.
But that is also why you should wear acceptable PJs to bed.
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