Saturday, March 21, 2015

drip... drip

Last night I woke up to the sound of dripping. There was a leak in my bedroom ceiling, right near my head in fact. I was too tired to do anything about it at the moment so I just scooted down, taking my mattress with me.

A few minutes later ( it seemed like) I looked up again. There was no leak. There never had been.

Weird how your dreams can trick you just by putting you in the right location.


susan said...

It's been such an outrageous winter I have a feeling you may have experienced in dreams a little of the anxiety of having to get around no matter what was going on. I'm very glad to hear there was no leak.

Do you have flood insurance?

Ben said...

I don't know. I have anxiety flareups here and there, like anyone, but not so much about that. I hadn't really thought about flood insurance. This is the top floor of the building, basically, so if there was a leak it would have to be coming from outside.