Last night, as I sleepily ventured from my bed for–well, what do you get out of bed for in the middle of the night?–eyes half-open, I stepped into the hallway. My eyes flew open as I tried to process the information before me. A bright strobe light flashed white onto the ceiling and walls. No siren beeping or ringing though…
I called for my sleeping husband as my feet were firmly planted in place. He rushed to my side, still mostly asleep, as I clutched my hand to my chest. I sniffed at the air, willing myself to detect the oderless carbon monoxide that was setting off our hall alarm and that was slowly killing us in our sleep.
What if I hadn’t woken up? Would I have felt the deadly affects of CO? …What are the deadly affects of CO?
In the time I pondered these, Hubby sought out the source of the bright, silent strobe alarm. As he brought a box down from the top of our open shelves, he calmly identified the cause of alarm.
It was a novelty, light-up hair clip that I had received at a bar mitzvah last year. I had clipped it to the edge of the box because 1) I’m a packrat, 2) it was a souvenir of my first bar mitzvah, and 3) you never know when you’ll need a swatch of hair that lights up. Like, all the time!
So in the end, we were no closer to death than what each breath brings us daily.