My building was on fire last night, and I slept through it. However, I did wake up for the text message from my neighbor who lives directly above the apartment that was on fire.

I’m like that though. I registered the sound of the sirens in the back of my mind, but assumed that it was for the building down the street; that place seems to be a half-way house for pyromaniacs. Sirens don’t bother me too much, but buzzing phones might cause nightmares about work deadlines, and who wants to dream about putting out proverbial fires!

I could pretend to be shocked that this neighbor was careless enough to set the building on fire. However, I think still being surprised after finding him naked in the public laundry room would just be my own naïveté.