At 2:15 in the morning, we were awakened by an ear shattering alarm... An alarm had gone off in our apartment.

We only have two- carbon monoxide and smoke. I pulled on a robe, completely disoriented, and staggered out of the bedroom, Jenn with me. We assumed it was the smoke alarm, and tried to turn it off (Meanwhile, I was getting more and more frightened- we have many smokers in our building). I unplugged the battery, but the alarm still sounded. It was so deafening, we could barely think.

Jenn found the Carbon Monoxide alarm- it read "peak level." I dislodged the batteries and called 911. What then followed was a few minutes of crates and cats and kittens- and then we were standing in our living room as the fire truck came. There were four fire fighters who took different readings and went throughout the entire apartment, while we answered questions.

It turns out that the Carbon Monoxide alarm had malfunctioned. There was not a trace of the stuff in our apartment.

I felt so horrible that we had dragged them out for nothing, and said so repeatedly. But I was so relieved that nothing was the matter... that everything was safe.

;-; Still. That was incredibly traumatic at two in the morning.

By the time everything had died down, it was three o'clock. We were both wide awake- but exhausted!- and couldn't sleep. We had the best conversation ever, but I wonder if it would have been so funny if we hadn't been so tired or stressed~

I love my honey. ;-; I am so, so glad that nothing... absolutely nothing... happened.

*grateful*