Recently my apartment came under attack by a stream of water that went through my fire alarm and any other vent that was in the ceiling. 

We were just going to sleep around 10:30 p.m. when my fire alarm went off, promptly having Charley & I jump up from the bed, and Stella running for cover.

I quickly looked around to see if anything was burning, which I knew nothing was but still out of the abruptness of being woken up that way I was a bit disoriented.

I thought at first it was the main fire alarm for the whole building going off but quickly realized it was just my room. 

Water was pouring out of my fire alarm, and was also seeping through the seams of my closet. There was an inch puddle in my foyer where I had to grab a broom and start sweeping the water into my bathroom and into the drain to keep it from going into my bedroom. 

I went downstairs and told the front desk what was going on and they looked at each other and said something along the lines of “not another one.” 

They came up to my floor and told me to push the button on the top to shut my alarm off and continued on to the couple floors above me. 

I was left sweeping this water that kept seeping in through the vents.

Turns out somebody on the 2 floors above me left their bathtub water running where it continued onto the next two floors beneath. The poor people above me got hit really hard.

Fast forward to the next day. Management came in with a crew that had a bunch of fans and informed me they had to put them into my apartment to dry out the walls so no mold would start growing. They informed me that they weren’t that loud, just described them as “white noise.”

White noise is pretty correct. What I know about white noise is that it can help somebody sleep and almost provides a meditative state.

Both my little buddies, Charley and Stella, have been almost comatose since these fans have been set up. So much so is I came home in the afternoon expecting to see Charley at the door and walked in to a “white noise” house with my dog laying on my bed, oblivious to my coming in the front door. 

Same with Stella. She was on her perch, Charley was in the bed, and both of them were on their back in a deep sleep. Neither one of them even noticed I had came home. Not at all.

But the funny thing is that when Charley realized I was there she got all embarrassed (my interpretation) and started wriggling all around and scooting her butt on the floor, which she does when she’s excited. 

So I wanted to put her at ease and I laid down with her and started petting her chest and scratching her little belly and before I knew it I fell asleep. 

I woke up and realized we were all on our backs sound asleep. Talk about funny. 

All I know is that “white noise” is no joke. As I am writing this I am looking at those two and they are dead to the world. 

I will have to admit that I’ve, we’ve, been able to sleep really well at night, if anything good can be said about these obnoxious fans in my apartment. I guess I’m accepting the good with the bad. It could be worse. I could’ve lost a bunch of stuff but I definitely haven’t lost any sleep.