That's what happened to me last night. Usually when I can't sleep, my brain is working overtime thinking about the work I need get done the next day...but last night I kept thinking about chocolate.
Might have had something to do with the massive amounts of chocolate I consumed on Saturday at my Dove Chocolate Discoveries party (see yesterday's post) or it could have been the bowl of dark chocolate mousse I finished off right before bed. (I didn't like the bowl, I promise.)
Whatever the culprit was, it sucked.
I went to bed around 11 p.m. and for the next 45 minutes all I heard were sirens and rain. I live in rural America, not in NYC or LA - the sirens were unusual but I refused to shut my window. I'm stubborn like that.
I woke up again around 2 a.m. but I'm not sure why. I think I fell back asleep quickly that time.
Then around 4:15 a.m. it happened. I was awakened by a loud clattering noise from downstairs.
It made me jump. It scared me. It didn't make me get out of bed.
It did make me lay quietly and listen for footsteps.
I decided that if it WAS a burglar, I would just let him take whatever he wanted downstairs and not invite any more trouble!
Needless to say I didn't get much sleep after that!
I'm happy to report the noise was nothing more than the cover of my doorbell falling to the floor. No burglar to be seen.
I think I'll go to bed now!