It is after midnight and I work tomorrow morning. This may not seem strange to anyone but I am someone who relies on a full night of sleep to function. I don't mean I need 8 hours to be at my mental peak; I mean I need at least 8 hours so that I don't lose all sense of coordination and lose my ability to speak in coherent sentences. So my being up this late on a Sunday night is a bit unusual.
I am scared of the dark. There, I've said it and I will simply live with the consequences of having spilled my embarressingly childish secret.
If I am a uneasy for any reason before going to bed, the night is effectively shot. I spend the sleepless night laying in the fetal position facing the bedroom door imagining all the ways in which the psychopath who breaks into my home will torture Dave and me. I imagine what I will do to thwart his murderous attempts. I plan how I will get Dave, Freud and myself safely out of the house. How I will call 911 without being caught. The intimate details of the rest of my twisted imagination are better left unsaid.
I suppose I should explain what happened tonight that has me so scared to go to sleep. My brother and sister-in-law were in town a few months ago and we all went out and drank far too much. We shared a taxi with two girls on our way home later that night. We were very drunk and so needless to say we made fast friends. When the cab driver dropped the three of us at my house the girls asked for my number. I immediately and happily shouted it to them as the cab was pulling away. When I awoke the next morning my pounding headache was accompanied by the inexplicable dread at having given these complete strangers my cell number. I couldn't explain why it was a big deal I just felt like it was.
I never heard from them and I had almost put it out of my mind, until tonight. Dave comes in to the living room this evening where I was reading with a strange look on his face and says, "there is a call for you. The number is local but I have no idea who it could be." I take the phone and the person on the other end says, "Amy... what are you doing?" I was silent for a moment and then responded, "who is this?" To which the person on the other end hung up the phone. Now I can't sleep. Thanks weird cab girls for ruining my night. :(
I am scared of the dark. There, I've said it and I will simply live with the consequences of having spilled my embarressingly childish secret.
If I am a uneasy for any reason before going to bed, the night is effectively shot. I spend the sleepless night laying in the fetal position facing the bedroom door imagining all the ways in which the psychopath who breaks into my home will torture Dave and me. I imagine what I will do to thwart his murderous attempts. I plan how I will get Dave, Freud and myself safely out of the house. How I will call 911 without being caught. The intimate details of the rest of my twisted imagination are better left unsaid.
I suppose I should explain what happened tonight that has me so scared to go to sleep. My brother and sister-in-law were in town a few months ago and we all went out and drank far too much. We shared a taxi with two girls on our way home later that night. We were very drunk and so needless to say we made fast friends. When the cab driver dropped the three of us at my house the girls asked for my number. I immediately and happily shouted it to them as the cab was pulling away. When I awoke the next morning my pounding headache was accompanied by the inexplicable dread at having given these complete strangers my cell number. I couldn't explain why it was a big deal I just felt like it was.
I never heard from them and I had almost put it out of my mind, until tonight. Dave comes in to the living room this evening where I was reading with a strange look on his face and says, "there is a call for you. The number is local but I have no idea who it could be." I take the phone and the person on the other end says, "Amy... what are you doing?" I was silent for a moment and then responded, "who is this?" To which the person on the other end hung up the phone. Now I can't sleep. Thanks weird cab girls for ruining my night. :(
