A 4 A.M. Surprise

Last night I went to bed around like 11:30, pretty close to normal any other day of the week, and I slept like a small child. Well, not exactly I kind of got hot so I pushed all my pillows to the bottom of the bed and my head was dangling off the side of the bed while my blanket was still wrapped around me all the way up to my neck because I HAVE TO HAVE A BLANKET. Yea, I sleep weird. But that isn't the point of my story. I laid dreaming a great dream. I can't exactly remember what it was I was just dreaming that I was plotting a very sneaky, very complicated, very awesome plot of some sort. There was a lot of thinking going on in my sleep last night. In the middle of my plot planning a hear a high pitched constant beeping of some sort. It wasn't my dream. I woke up to the smoke detector at FOUR IN THE MORNING. I look over thinking "well, somebody has to save K, since she could sleep through the apocalypse" and a throw something at her. It actually took her a second to register there was an enormously loud noise echoing through our apartment. Then I opened the door slightly hoping there was a good reason for the intrusion on my dream but knowing that would probably mean a fire and I was okay if there was no reason at all. Good news, no fire. Bad news, our smoke detector is clearly broken or going through it's terrible twos.