3:13am and my fire alarm goes off. A high piercing squeal. It' right above my bed. (Well, in this teeny tiny toy apartment - most everything is either right above my bed- or close to it.) But the alarm went off. I BOLTED out of bed - hit the bathroom (a necessity when one is awaken like that) - grabbed my mother's wedding ring and the ever faithful Tobias - who was totally freaked out - and - yes, I did.....I did this!........ I felt the front door for heat - realized it was a fire door (weighs more than I do and is wide enough for wheelchair access) - so I felt below where there is a paper size gap- enough to fit a newsletter under - or let smoke it. No heat, no smoke - and I don't smell anything. I got dressed, fussed around a bit - opened the front door to the hall way twice - sniffed out back. Ate a plum, had some water, gave the dog a snack. No one in the hallways, no smell of smoke. I do have a rather startling headache tho, an after effect of the adrenaline rush no doubt. Wonder if I could go back to sleep? The mutt already has - and aren't dogs supposed to have some sort of 6th sense about fire and danger? I'm staying dressed tho- just in case.
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