Yeah, it's 2 in the morning and I'm awake trying not to think about how I'll be awake in but a few short hours. However, this time it's for a different reason than my thoughts or something getting in the way. Allow me to summarize.
MY ROOMMATE TRANSFORMS INTO A SMALL GRIZZLY BEAR AT NIGHT.
Even as I write this the windows rattle, my revere is shaken, and the sounds of an avalanche reverberate around my small bedroom.
I used to think I was used to this. I was (I think). Recently, however, he was gone for an extended period of time and I got used to sleeping in peace again.
Those days are over.
Snoring is an interesting concept. You really can't reasonable be angry at somebody for snoring because, after all, it's a subconscious pastime. Usually it can be cured by a loud noise or something to jar you out of it. Not tonight though. I just finished pounding on the dresser over 10 times, and not one response. He's really gone tonight.
Let's be honest though, I love my roommate. He's a great guy and easy to live with. Especially while he's awake. At 2 in the morning, however, it's a bit like sleeping with a faulty chainsaw.
So, while Taylor the Locomotive sleeps in blissful rumblings roughly 6 feet away from me, I shall do all in my power to ignore the fact that yet again, I am awake, pondering how it's possible for somebody to make more noise when they are asleep then when they are awake.
Oh wow, that's a noise I haven't heard before. He's topped himself again....
S. E.
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