Kipworld

I woke up to a buzzing screechy sound.

I thought it was my cellphone hammering away against the charger as someone tried to call me before wakeytime (10 or so) and why would they call so early unless I’d forgotten to do something, so I sprang up. But no red light flashing. No more buzzing. I lay back down, trying to will the adrenaline out of my blood and catch more sleep.

Buzzscreech.

Went over to the phone this time. No, it was set properlu.

Back in bed, trying to recover the warm cozy feeling you get early in the morning after the blankets have soaked up hours of ambient heat. I was about to fall back asleep when buzzscreech.

Now my senses were on full alert. I could hear the wind outside the window, having its way with the world. I ruminated on how I could have tuned out the noise if it were only regular, but its randomness was driving me nuts.

If someone had nudged me at that moment, I would have jumped a foot in the air, spun, done the splits (to appear bigger) and then high tailed it out of the room.

Tick tick tick went my watch on the nightstand next to me.

I contemplated getting out of bed and investigating the sound, being proactive about the whole thing. But then, oddly, the anxiety over the next sound arriving just melted away as I didn’t think about it. Got another hour of sleep, probably sleeping through the sounds.

Now that I’m up, I looked out on the porch. The wind was so strong that it was pushing a metal bucket around the floor.

Buzzscreech.