Once upon a time, there was a girl that moved into a cute little apartment over a bed and breakfast. She very much loved living in her upstairs palace. There were lots of windows, and a bar whose music drifted in through her open windows in the evenings. One of her favorite things about her tiny castle was laying in her bed at night and looking at the courthouse. She also relished the nights where she could silently spy on the drunks parading down the street and the alley after the bar had closed. It was most amusing. Due to the fact that she did live upstairs, she was somewhat hidden from the things that one would normally deal with living at street level. She thought nothing of sleeping with the windows flung wide open, and it rarely crossed her mind to be decent whilst walking from the shower to the bedroom.
One day, she was off work and decided that a nap would be quite nice. Unfortunately, some noisy creatures disturbed her normally peaceful nap time. She peered out the window to see men in hard hats commandeering a bucket truck. This could only mean trouble. They drilled and hammered and yelled back and forth to each other. She gave up on her nap, and proceeded to deal with sorting laundry. It wasn't until after her evening walk with her rotten dog that she realized what the men had done. As she rounded the corner to head home, she saw it. The sun had almost completely set...except for in front of her place. It was so bright that her pale skin was almost seared by the light! What had they done?? Her cover of darkness was gone! How was she supposed to lie undetected in her bed and people watch on busy weekends? Her adorable lamps on the bedside tables would likely never have a use again! She grumbled as she plodded up the stairs with the fur ball. How dare them! I mean, sure - it was safer for people walking down the street and all. But what about her??? She went to bed early that night, and the light flooded through the blinds and lit up her bedroom like Clark Griswold's house at Christmas time. She tried turning the blinds in the opposite direction in hopes of blocking out at least a bit of the light. No luck. She tried to be positive. At least if someone broke in she'd be able to see their face enough to give an extremely detailed account of their features to the police. Her aim would likely be better due to higher visibility when she shot the jerks for breaking in in the first place. But oh the light!! She resolved to use her new fancy drill to hang curtains when she got in from work the following afternoon. Perhaps the very bright light will persuade the noisier of the drunks to not linger . I mean, the light did bother her sober eyes so she could only imagine seeing that spotlight through beer goggles!
Maybe her fancy drill and sage green curtains will thwart the evil men's efforts to flood the entire world with light. Men with hard hats in bucket trucks rarely mean good news. Thank you, Bandera Electric Coop, for shedding a little light...ok a RIDICULOUS amount of light on the world!
Quite illuminated,
Sunny (and I don't want cracks about my name and the light, people!!)
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