I scream and sit straight up in bed.
"What! What! What is it?" Tim asks jumping out of bed ready for battle against whatever the heck made me scream.
The sweet thing about Tim is if a semi-truck ploughed through our house, he could sleep through it, but if I scream... well then, he is up and at 'em. It's an endearing quality... one that he doesn't appreciate having at the moment of my scream.
"Did you hear that?" I reply. My heart palpitating at an alarming rate.
"No. Hear what?" he is looking around the room for a real monster.
"That sound."
"That sound? What sound?"
Just then a loud thump falls on the ceiling above us.
"That one!"
It was followed by a bang ... bang ... bang ... bang. Both of us were now up and against the wall. The sound of ripping and tearing, thumping, scrapping, beating, and pounding continue. It's continued in every room of the house.
"What is he doing up there?" I ask Tim about our upstairs neighbor. "It's Saturday morning at 7:00 am for the love..."
"I don't know."
After a few moments, I realize that sleeptime was never going to recommence so I went upstairs to see what in the tar heavens was happening up there. The door was open, so I peek in to find a team of men and our neighbor installing carpet.
Yes, carpet.... Installing carpet on Saturday morning at 7:00am.
My neighbor took one look at my face and said, "Oh! We are working!"
I continued giving him my look of bewilderment as I thought in my head: "No kidding. Your working? Because I totally thought you were having a picnic. Thanks again for the note, buddy. I really appreciate the advanced noticed."
I don't know what I said out loud but I am sure it wasn't nice... I think I repeated 'unbelievable' four thousand times.
Tim and I got dressed and went to breakfast at Literati. Dear Latte... take me away.
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