I was sleeping so soundly.
My eyes flew open at the ear-splitting fire alarm going off. Now, this is not like a house alarm. It's much, much louder. No way you could sleep through that!
I rolled over. It's 12:30 a.m. for pete's sake. Sometimes the elevator malfunctions and causes the fire alarm to go off so I wasn't in any panic.
I pulled on a robe and wandered out my apartment, barefoot, sleepy.
Our building is rectangular, the apartments on the outer perimeter, with an open courtyard in the middle.
And, I had to laugh... here we are, a whole bunch of robe-clad women peering over the railings ...
It's a pajama party of people wondering if we will smell smoke or not.
Here comes the fire truck, no siren. He knows it's not an emergency. So we all putter back to our apartments and crawl back in bed.
That's life at Centerbrooke!