Before the sun rose, my incomplete sleep cycle was intruded upon by the shrill, piercing cry of a neighbors car alarm announcing its perception that something was not as it should be. It continued for a few seconds, stopped, chirped and began again.
Probably the wind, I half thought, setting the alarm upon its predetermined course to alert all within range that it needed to be tended to. I waited. In my waking state, my unformed thoughts alternated between ignoring the sound, getting up and looking out the window into darkness at whatever might be happening, and ignoring the sound. I also considered ignoring the sound. I began to build a tolerance to the alarm and soon drifted back into 3/4 sleep.
My phone rang. I looked to the clock, reached out my hand and turned the switch on the lamp ( I do not use the clapper ). The voice on the phone asked for a cab. I do not have one. I informed the caller of my status as a non cab owner. I was told that I'd should have several of them. I repeated that I have not a single cab in my garage, driveway or in front of my house. I also asked the caller if they were sure that they had dialed the correct phone number. The caller said something about my lineage and hung up. I do not believe that the caller seeking a cab has met any of my family members, as they are truly fine people. I quickly came to the conclusion that the caller had, in fact, dialed my number by mistake. He and I may disagree on this point, but I am sure that there are no cabs registered to me at the DMV. And so begins another day.
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