how was i supposed to know that something wasn't right?
it penetrated my sleep.
i am confused, bewildered and have no idea what is going on. i think about pineapples and my sister and eating a mangoe and bad latin music. and still, it continues.
i finally roll out of bed and start looking for my socks, because such a noise means only one thing: the fire alarm. it was three thirty in the morning, and my entire building was awakend from their cozy beds and forced to vacate the premesis. needless to say, there were a lot of very angry looking people. i was one of them.
"dear three thirty am fire alarm," my inner voice pipes up. "you freakin' suck. love meaghan."
i couldn't agree more.