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Robert The Author
April 24, 2001
Bang bang bang bang! These were the sounds that jarred me from my peaceful nights' dream this very morning, and then shook me by my naked shoulder. This unfamiliar cacophony of unpleasant sounds continued to penetrate the early morning recesses of my befuddled brain. What was that noise I wondered? What was that odd hammering and whooshing sound? What could possibly be making all that goddamn thumping noise? There it goes again! Rattle rattle, bang bang bang! I finally opened my bleary eyes and searched the surface of the ceiling overhead for whatever evidence that might be available at that moment. Might I be able to see whatever it was without wearing my trusty eye glasses? It was quite early in the a.m. and as usual, I'd forgotten where they might've been dropped the night before. Sometimes they hid from me for hours at a time, but thank God there they were, carefully folded right beside me on the bedside table. I propped myself up on my right elbow and scanned all that I could see from that new vantage. Nope! Nothing in sight to help me figure out who, or what had disturbed my carefree slumber.
" Oh, there it goes again!" I said under my breath. But this time I was able to discern the distinct sound of rushing water. It was as if a fire hydrant had forcefully pumped gallons of pressurized water under the floorboards. I fumbled with my spectacles and peeked out from behind the drawn window sash to view our newly mown lawn and flower garden. Bingo! I had finally awakened to the bing-bang-boom mystery. Our lawn sprinkling apparatus needed a good plumber . The garden pump to our water supply system must need some fixing. The pressure seemed to have doubled. Powerful blasts of fine mist sprayed as high as the Trevi Fountain. A chirping family of colorful birds were darting here and there, in and out, up and down, circling through jet streams of water taking their every-other day cold shower. Various other multicolored winged creatures joined the happy bird festivities. I heard our neighbor's rooster trumpet his good morning cock a doodle do heralding the beginning of another new day to all us living, breathing creatures within earshot.
I was now happy to have been awakened on this particular morning, even before my night's dream had ended. My beautiful wife Elisse was still asleep. She was smiling. I watched the sun's early morning rays dance on the wall above her head. I had awakened to a sort of perfect daydream. This must be what a witty poet felt when he or she captured the perfect line; "just another ordinary day in paradise."
Robert Brown
