At 1:30 a.m. I hear gunshots. People scream. Cars screech. "THEY TURNED LEFT! OH MY GOD!" Sirens. Flashing lights. Police cars. An ambulance. Boyfriend sleeps through it all.
I get up after a bad night.
Him: I don't think I slept well.
Me: Did the sirens disturb you?
Him: Huh?
He leaves for work skeptical; comes home that evening to report there was a shooting the night before, right below our window.
I wish I slept like that.
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