Says My Body to My Brain...

"WAKE UP!"

I open my eyes, turn my head, and look at my alarm clock. What the heck, it's only 7:30 in the morning. I'm not due for at least another four hours. I notice the temperature in the room. It's significantly warmer than normal. My mouth is dry and so is my throat. I swallow hard and dry. I get up to get a glass of water from the kitchen and head back to bed. Tossing and turning for fourty-five minutes, I realize that I'm up for the day. How could this be? Going to bed at three 'o clock in the morning usually guarantees me until at least noon.

Maybe the people upstairs have their windows open wider than normal this morning. Or maybe they wanted to get me up at a decent time for some unknown reason. The stomping on the floor wasn't excessive this morning, so that couldn't be the real reason. Maybe the heat was turned up more than normal because they felt sorry for my sister and I waking up in a cold, dark basement day after day. Who am I kidding?

I think back to every prior morning and remember shivers and pulling covers up to reach my face and the little space heater blasting away at my feet. They wouldn't have known what we go through every morning, sometimes afternoons for myself. The fact they keep two windows open at all times in beyond me, even at below freezing temperatures outside.

Now this rant isn't to complain about the people who live above me. No, this little bubble of an idea inside my head to write about my morning, sometimes-afternoon misadventures, grasped my curiousity. I couldn't resist.

Now I know the real reason I woke up in a near sweat, it was so I could share this story with you. And possibly get a chuckle or a smile on your face. Maybe even an audible laugh, I don't know. Hopefully we have all learned something from my escapade this morning. That is to never live below a family of five who owns two dogs (one has this weird growth on its chest) and a tail-less cat.

The End.