I fell asleep on the sofa Saturday afternoon while watching t.v. Lloyd took the remote and started up some dumb action movie. I had no idea, since I was so conked out.
My tiny house is so nice. Lloyd has fallen asleep on the sofa and I am rearranging the tiny kitchen because it’s not quite right. Something is wrong. I nudge the refrigerator closer to the corner, but it’s still not right. There’s a sound. It’s not the refrigerator, it’s the panel on the wall. I can’t get it off the wall because there are so many pins. I pull and tug but the sound – the low, low thump and shrill treble – just gets louder and it won’t stop. I finally get the panel/speaker off the wall and toss it outside but the sound is still loud. I run outside screaming but the sound WON’T STOP. I roll around in the yard, hands clamped over my ears, screaming because THE SOUND JUST WON’T STOP!!!!
I woke myself up shouting, “Make it stop! Make it stop!”
Lloyd clicked off the movie. “Um….. are you ok?”
He did not get to finish his stupid movie with its terrible, terrible soundtrack. It was some dumb chase scene.