curled up with the person you love and who loves you...
fresh fruit and mamosas for breakfast in bed...
soulful music serenading you from sleep...
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The racket of someone gnawing at the bedroom window at 7 a.m. is NOT one of them.
7:31 a.m. I didn't say anything earlier because I thought it was Mica's roommate. Then she realizes it's construction.
Right outside your window? I say to the pillow.
She pulls open the blinds: some painter on a ladder hacking away at the window sill.
Mica: Um, would it please be possible to do that a little later? Or work on any other part of the house maybe? Please. It's really early.
Him: No.
And he continues: hack hack hack. Clunk clunk with the metal ladder. Bang paint bucks. Stomp up the ladder.
I hide under covers. I peek out and start laughing. Through the blinds of the other window, a man hovers above the bed, painting. Wave. Good morning.
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What do you do when too tired to get up, but it's too noisy to sleep?
Talk shit.
Mica: What if we just push the ladder over?
Me: That's terrible. (Laughter. Pause.) What if we suddenly slash open the blinds and flash him so he gets startled and falls off himself?
(I know that's evil, but it's not yet 8:00 a.m. on a Saturday morning, and you know we didn't sleep before 3:30 or so.)
