Lying awake in the middle of the night, I analyze each noise. The house's creaks and pops, the cats' nocturnal adventures, the husband's snores, the drone of faraway freeway traffic. Like that snippet on a Tom Petty record, "it's just the normal noises in here."
Tonight the wind has added an extra dimension. A dull thrum, a clash of chimes, a big rattle. Noises I can't place.
I lie restless, anticipating the next noise, waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop.
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Tonight seems windier. Waiting for that dark and stormy night.
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