This was originally a part of The Almost Perfect Grilled Cheese post.
Summer 2014. The winter was finally behind us. No more snow, no more ice storms, no more blackouts. It was the summer, and a warm, dust-laden ray of sunshine peeked past the curtain above my bed. There was commotion outside - music, and laughter. It reminded me of where I was. I was in my bedroom at the cottage my friends and I had booked for the weekend. But 9.30am was far too early for a night owl such as myself to get out of bed. I drifted back to sleep.
ZZZZzzzzZZZZ….. BEEP!!! BEEP!!! BEEP!!!!
The loudest, most brain-penetrating noise you had ever heard. The wail of the smoke alarm brought me back to consciousness with all the joy of being woken by your cousin pouring a bucket of ice cold water on your face (that’s a story for another day). Dazed and unsure of what was happening, I reached for my mobile and rang Finance Bro.
"Hello…" BEEP! BEEP!! BEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
"Zzz… Do I need to get out of bed?"
"Nah bro, it’s just the smoke alarm. We’re taking care of it." BEEEEEP!!!! BEEP!!!! BEEP!!!!
"Zzz… Cool. You okay?"
"Yeah bro, it’s all good. Breakfast is nearly ready though." BEEP! BEEP!! BE–…. Peace.
Harmless conversation between two bros, right? Wrong. As it turns out, the music I’d heard was being streamed to the speakers from Finance Bro’s mobile. And when he’d answered my call, my groggy-voiced concern for him was also broadcast from said speakers!
When I emerged from my bedroom shortly after for breakfast, I was subject to teasing from everyone present. And then something happened. Something wonderful. Captain N put a plate in front of me – avocado and grilled cheese on toast. And suddenly, the voices around me faded into nothingness. I devoured the slices in front of me.
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