I woke up in the middle of the night last night, to a strange sound–strangely familiar, actually–and for a few seconds, I couldn’t quite place it. I live close to a railroad line and often hear freight trains sounding their horns in the middle of the night. In a half-sleep stupor that noise can sometimes sound eerie–almost like a human voice wailing.
But that wasn’t the noise.
It took only a second or two, but I finally realized what the noise was–because I could still hear it.
It was the sound of my own laughter.
That’s right, I once again woke myself up in the middle of the night because I was having a dream funny enough to make me laugh outloud. This time, unfortunately, I can’t remember what the dream was, not a single detail. But I do remember that by the time I fully recognized that I was laughing, I was nearly sitting up in bed. That, of course, made me laugh even louder and that in turn scared Zeke (who was curled up at the foot of the bed) who woke suddenly, and jumped off the bed.
Zeke went into the kitchen to nibble at his cat food.
I went back to sleep.