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Yesterday night.
by Jack Kuperman
Thursday, February 26, 2009

Rated "G" by the Author.

       
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     696 words

I was sleeping as usual.

Well, yes, I sleep sometimes at night.

Not always but sometimes I do.

And I like it.

Don't you?

But it's about me, not you, so I will continue.

So, I was sleeping.

Not that not sleeping is bad, but I prefer sleeping.

Do you have something against it?

But it seems that something had.

At about - No, I did not look on my clock. I do not have night vision.

So I don't know what hour it was.

Are you so pedantic that without exact hour you will not continue to read?

Well, just for you, let's say that it was 2 am.

Suddenly I was awakened.

What was it that stopped my sleep?

Silence.

So what happened.

Psssss.

What?

Silence.

Psssss.

It sounds as dog's peeing.

But twice?

Psssss.

Hmm. Interesting.

I rise myself from the bed and drag my legs in the direction of the sound.

Oops!

My foot is wet.

EEK! Phooo! Dog's pee!

I jump on one leg to the bathroom and begin to wash the foot.

No smell.

I wash it good, open light and go to see the puddle.

Yes, it is not pee.

Better.

Better?!! No, worse!

It's water!

Water on the floor!

Where it should not be!

I begin to think quickly about the last time it happened.

It seemed that wash-machine did not like too much paper that my son forgot in his trousers' pockets and began spitting soupy water.

I ran downstairs to bring some rags to wipe the puddle (Could I call a puddle the river going down from the washroom onto stairs into the living room?) and of course lost one of my feet.

Trying not to fall too hard, I turned my left hand right angle and so, could not drive for two weeks.

.

Well, where was I?

Ah, here, in the puddle.

I went to washing room - nothing.

Toilet - nothing.

So, where is all this water coming from?

Oh. I see.

The most obvious - the thing that should make me sleep all the night like a 53 years old baby, woke me.

It just reminded me the Seiko watch my wife bought for my birthday.

The most expensive part in such watches, the thing you pay for 90% of the cost - is their name.

So after a week, this name unglued from the clock face and stuck between the minutes arm and the glass.

So, I had an expensive watch, where the most expensive part made this watch unusable.

.

My air conditioner began to pee.

Yes, I sleep with a/c open all the night.

That what makes night not only sufferable but even pleasant.

But sometimes a/c can frost.

Or the pipe taking the water out can be clogged.

Who cares?

The same result - peeing a/c.

Well, I did not want to begin cleaning filters in the night and decided to leave it until the morning.

So, a bucket under the drips and mop for the water on the floor.

Back to bed.

Ah. It is nice to go to sleep in the middle of the night and know that you have plenty of time to sleep.

Drip! Driiiiip!

Moved bucket aside, now under the drip.

Bed.

Driiiip!

Waited for drips to fall into the bucket.

Bed

DRRRRIIIP!

It became louder.

Falling into the bucket should be louder.

What was I thinking?

Are you crazy?

At (let us say for pedants) two o'clock, who can think?

Bed out.

Dripping in.

I put mop on the bucket, so that dripping is on it.

Waited.

Yes. It works.

Bed.

Sheep! Where are you?

Does somebody know how to call sheep?

Nah, do not need. They came.

Here is the first.

The second.

..

.

The nine hundred twenty sixth (and I felt my mouth twisted by just saying it - sixth, as I ate a lemon).

.

Two thousand thirty nine sheep in my bed.

.

Drrrr!

Morning clock!

Morning?

Morning clock?

I do not use it!

Ah, I see, it is Skype.

But what do I do here, before a computer?

And who typed this silly story?

Well, until I will understand what happened, have a nice day!

 

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Reviewed by Linda Law 2/28/2009
Jack, you are becoming more and more prolific as you go... the great ideas and stories are just getting better and more wonderful as you write them... Amazing... hugs, lindalaw
Reviewed by Georg Mateos 2/27/2009
And hope you have not a nice day! you come here and remind me of something buried deep somewhere, about the time I came off the warm bed and landed on a frozen seas covering my floor before I could open my eyes! that's no nice! even if the story is.

Georg


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