I hadn't intended to follow up a blog about sleeping with a blog about sleeping but life is full of unexpected quandaries, so here we go.
At 5:05AM this morning I awoke startled and sat up in bed, my heart was racing and my eyes were fixed on the bedroom window near my side of the bed. In my sleep I had heard a muffled "Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?" as though being spoken through a pane of glass. Exactly as though being spoken through a pane of glass. The voice belonged to a woman and it had an urgent tone to it, like she was trying to get my attention. Our bedroom is ground level and looks out onto a strip of lawn that is sandwiched between our house and the neighbor's house. The neighbor's house belongs to a peculiar old heavy set woman that is rarely seen and who covers her windows with old sheets that she never alters. Her side of the house that faces our bedroom is literally just that, a side of a house, only a few small windows pock the side and there is no other doors or entrances except for the creepy basement window which is obscured and always lit. When I look out the window from my bedroom I see the lawn, a small portion of her house, her fenced-in back yard, and trees. When I woke up this morning to the urgently seeking line of hellos I most certainly expected to see a woman standing outside my bedroom window. There was no one. But I was positive someone had been there. There's only one way out if you're standing in that little strip of lawn and that's back through our private parking area and down our driveway, everything else is fenced in. I got out of bed and ran to the kitchen to look out into the parking area, nothing. So then I ran to the windows facing the driveway and again, nothing. I ran to the front of the house and looked out the windows facing our porch and sidewalk, empty. I went back to bed and lay there for a good five minutes, my ears straining but hearing nothing except the rise of the morning chorus of birds. I drifted off to sleep.
At 5:45AM this morning I awoke startled and sat up in bed, my heart was racing and I strained my ears, listening for the pounding. In my sleep I had heard a muffled pounding, like someone banging on the downstairs basement door. There was silence. I got out of bed and once again checked outside all of the windows, looking for a desperate someone trying to get the attention of anyone in our house. There was no one around. I went back to bed and lay there for a good five minutes, my ears straining but hearing nothing but the morning chorus of birds. I drifted off to sleep.