If you've read the previous post, you'll know the leaps my mostly-asleep brain can make.
This morning, after having fallen asleep (again) on the living room couch, I was jolted by an obnoxious beeping.
Too clear and close to be a car alarm, too rapid to be the phone ringing, it was annoying enough to jar me to semi-consciousness, but no further.
I must have fallen asleep again, because the shrill noise invaded my dream -- which I cannot recall -- until I woke again.
Why. Wouldn't. It. Just. STOP!
"Well," I told myself, "if you'd stop taking pictures--"
Ah. That's when it clicked.
Not the pleasant sliding snick of a camera shutter, but the shrieking beep of the alarm clock.
Someday, I will write a surreal horror story about the assault of a sleeping person by his misunderstood and increasingly belligerent electronics.