The smoke detector beeps. My body surges with panic. It’s only the single warning beep but still it’s enough to wake me from fitful sleep. My husband is looking at it. “Is it the battery again?” I ask.
About a year ago the battery went south in the middle of the night. We both awoke to the dog wedging himself between us, a shivering mess. Ever since then the smoke detector and any loud whistle noise send him into a panic.
“The power just went back on.” Oh, I thought. Funny how the power goes out and so easily escapes notice but has to announce itself like a child returning from school.
“Is the dog okay?” Kons goes to check.
I lay for awhile feeling the pressure in my chest. Cursing the empty package of Musinex. Finally I decide to get up and make a Theraflu Tea. I brush my foot across the dog as I pass checking to see that he’s calmed down. Poor guy.
I muddle around with the microwave, finally get my tea and decide to check in on slices.
Nothing like a middle of the night wake up call and a chest cold. boo.