Lately I can’t sleep. Again. Between residual caffeine and my brain waking up with Cool in the early morning, I find myself tossing a lot. I can also hear our next door neighbors coughing at night. And they cough a lot. Because they’re heavy smokers and they probably have COPD. And there’s a retch on the end of the cough, which is gross. So the coughing wakes me periodically-or precludes sleep all-together. I was restless Thursday night for all those reasons–and the fact work sucks right now (I won’t go into that–it’s a whole other long story).
And while I was trying to go to sleep, I could hear the rustling of a creature up behind my head. On the floor to my upper left. Normally I would assume it was one of the cats messing around. But I knew it wasn’t on Thursday, because I’d shut them out of the room. Side-note: I love nothing more then a cat sleeping on the bed with me. It’s one of life’s greatest joys. But Goose won’t let Choco-Luv on the bed anymore. It’s some sort of deal only they know about that they worked out. And no amount of coaxing will make her ignore their rules. And Goose will nap real good during the day. But at night he wants to play “under the covers.” Or he meow-meow-meows for food. Or scratches on the closed curtains trying to get on the sill to look out his window. Generally he’s a nuisance. And since I already haven’t been sleeping well, they’ve been getting shut out. So I knew it wasn’t a cat. But I also knew it was something alive. It was rustling in the way only a live creature can.
Obviously I’m freaking out. What could it be?! Mice/rats? That’s the only thing that I could think of. And that’s super-creepy for many reasons. 1] There was a small or possibly nest of small creatures in the house–in our room no less. 2] The sound was coming from under my clothes rack near a corner. So possibly said-rodents were nesting in my clothes/shoes-eww. 3] Cool was out of state at her Mom’s funeral, so I would have to deal with the problem by myself in the middle of the night. 4] But the biggest worry of all is that our bed is a futon mattress–that is directly on the floor. The creatures–whatever they were–might run over me in my sleep/wake (terrible in either scenario). Or I’d find them IN the bed at some point. Needless to say, no sleep was going to be had–I was majorly squigged out.
Don’t get me wrong–I’m an animal-lover. But not wild, pesty animals, in my house–outside of a cage. Pet-store animals are different. They’re bred to be pets, handled, sweet. You pick them and prepare the place you want them to be. They are invited guests. Wild animals, are intruders. They walk around as they will. They make a mess in your stuff. And aren’t things in groups so much more creepy/gross?! I mouse in the wild isn’t a thing. Wild pesty mice breed. They have creepy little nests and make colonies and their numbers quickly get out of control. Then they’re in you bed and in your kitchen. These are the things I was thinking of as I laid in my bed on the floor. . .
Then, I’m not sure how I came upon the realization, but I knew the sounds were my neighbor. I could hear them rolling over in their sleep! The sound was not on the floor of our room at all-it was through the wall. I could hear my neighbors turn over in their bed. Which is not as creepy as mice/rats nesting near my head–but still very creepy. I was esentially sleeping in the same bed as my smoker-neighbors. And if I could hear them cough and ROLL OVER in their sleep, that meant they could hear every sound I/we made too. Very sketchy. And I’m sure they HATED the week Cool and I tried to move our treadmill/circuits for when I got home from work. At 1:30AM. The treadmill is in our bedroom, and we tried that for a week-oops.
After the realization that I can hear every move my neighbors made (and vice cersa), I really couldn’t sleep. And I didn’t really want to. Last night when I got home from work at 1:36 AM, I wasn’t tired anymore. I was mad–at work. I thought I might wind down by watching a show. But after one episode of “Private Practice” I still wasn’t tired. I knew I would just toss and turn if I tried, so I just didn’t. I didn’t want another horrible night of not being comfortable, counting hours I needed to get good rest, and hearing every noise in the world. I decided to watch until I did feel tired. Which wasn’t until 4:44AM. And naturally, as it does every day my brain suddenly and irreversibly, work up and I popped up at 9:50AM. My body doesn’t care what time I go to bed–I wake up and can’t go back to sleep in the mornings.
I bought a white noise machine from Amazon and luckily, it happened to arrive today. I put it behind my head, between me and the neighbors, so hopefully it will drown out any noises from them and give me privacy. Also, I didn’t have any caffeine today. I really hope I’ll be able to sleep!