Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Light at Night

I don't hear so well, but I still notice whispering. Either despite or maybe because of the fact that I have bad hearing, the sound of people whispering gets into my ears and makes me focus nothing but it. Maybe I'm just too nosy to resist straining to hear what they might be talking about.

Last night, whispering woke me up. I think. I'm not sure how it happened but I found myself awake in bed, listening to people whisper. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but in my hazy state I actually thought people might be talking, quietly but noticeably, in my apartment — which doesn't make sense. But I got up anyway, walked into the living room and flicked on the light. No one, of course. I concluded that the whispering must be coming from outside my bedroom window and crawled back into bed.

That's when the light went on outside. It was bright — like spotlight bright, and not like any of the lights I've noticed coming from the building next door. I remember being annoyed but also impressed by it, because I could have read by this light alone. Very strange, no? Even stranger was my next reaction: Instead of looking out the window to see what early morning movie production had set up shop in the narrow space between my building and the one next door, I simply rolled over and pulled the covers around my face. The last thing that I can remember running through my head before I fell back asleep was whether one or two episodes remain in the current season of Mad Men.

That's not a logical reaction to the circumstances, right? I must have been dreaming.

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