The walls to my bedroom are now Ripe Apricot. And at three am, the orangey paint fumes set off the fire alarm.
Did you know that could happen? I didn't.
The waa-waa of the smoke detectors lifted me out of bed. The room was the dark of closed eyelids. Thinking it may be a fire, I grabbed the door knob—it wouldn't turn. I turned around and bumped into a wall, turned again into another wall. Like I was in a small box. I found the doorknob again—still wouldn't twist. It was like every nightmare you ever had.
The light came on. I was in the closet.
That would be so scary but it would make a great scene for a book.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
ReplyDeleteI had to laugh at myself, though. Not my finest hero moment.
Paint fumes can set off a fire alarm? Who knew?
ReplyDeleteThat wandering into the closet thing--that happened to me when I was a kid, on an overnight in a friend's house. I tried to find the bathroom in the dark and ended up trapped in a closet, terrified, (still needing to pee) but scared to wake the household. Finally the family dog started barking and woke the parents, who rescued me before there was an accident. A scary moment.
@ Anne
ReplyDeleteI was panicked at the time. But when the light went on, I nearly peed myself, I was laughing so hard.
Luckily, it was a false alarm.