The waking of the elephants...

I startled awake... it's 7:30 p.m.  (ok, ok, I fell asleep once I sat down in my lazy chair) that's what happens when the north pole tilts away from the sun... we sleep more.  Again, I startled awake... it's 7:30 p.m.

STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP clang ker-ching STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP clunk STOMP (pause 5 seconds) STOMP STOMP (pause 5 minutes) STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP splosh klang whirr whirr whirr whirr whirr (quietness for 2 seconds) STOMP STOMP STOMP STOMP thud clunk (pause... no STOMPING but the walls CREAK CRACK GROAN)

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

This is what I call the waking of the elephants.  It starts every night around the same time and continues well into the night (2-3 a.m.)  It's the noises that come from the apartment above.  While no elephants in reality live there, and in fact the person(s) may be the size of dust mites; they sure have a heavy foot fall.

I need to stomp everywhere I go.