And–the crazy is back.
As I start to write this, it’s just shy of 4 am. I haven’t been to bed yet. What have I been doing all night long? Absolutely nothing. Okay, that’s not true, I’m playing SimCity, but as that’s a game that requires a lot of waiting, it amounts to absolutely nothing.
Anyway, a few hours ago, I decided that it was time to go to bed. I was just about to take the dogs out for a walk, when I heard a loud pop, then another one, right outside my window. That’s not a good sound at 2 am.
The crazy worrier in me starts thinking gunshots, but the calm logical part of me who rarely gets a voice reminded me that I was watching Law and Order earlier, and I live in a safe neighborhood. Firecrackers, then, but I didn’t hear any talking or laughing–or shouting for that matter, sounds which experience, and the TV tells me often accompany things like firecrackers and gunshots.
So now, I’m too scared to walk the dogs, but also know that it was probably nothing and not worth calling the police over. So I sit and do nothing, while the treasury of my fake city grows.
Then, an hour or so later, I hear a car drive into the parking lot, and I hear the sound again. Only, this time, it seems distinctly metallic. Like, a can or a sheet of metal that hits against the speed bump right outside my balcony after someone drove over it.
Yeah, I felt stupid. But, in my defense, I’d been awake for like 20 hours at this point.