Frogs surround our home. Their croaking a deafening assault, reverberating through my body in the form of maddening static . . . . .
Tired and frustrated, I toss and turn, unable to sleep. Overly sensitive to external noises closing in on me from all sides.
The tick, tick, ticking of a wrist watch is soon discarded and I sigh at the sound of a motor cycle shifting aggressively through its gears. I hear the dishwasher spinning and clunking in a drawn out rhythm two rooms over.
The purr of a content cat usually makes me smile but tonight it maddens me. I resist the urge to vent my annoyance and allow him to curl up alongside me. The pulsating whir and hum of the AC unit starts up and there's a rattle of a vent as air is forced through. Exasperated, I turn to my husband who is on his back snoring. I'm envious that he finds sleep so easily.
As I continue to lie there I search for patterns in the sounds, the predictability the unpredictability, either way they irk me.
Frustration, Irritability, Aggravation and Resentment are my bed partners tonight. I'm going to need a bigger bed!