Friday Fictioneers-I can’t sleep

Drip Drip Drip. She lay in bed trying to sleep and all she can hear is drip drip drip. The faucet by the fence is leaking again. Of course, her room is right next to the fence. I’ll bet someone turned the knob and didn’t turn it back all the way.

Drip Drip Drip. She doesn’t want to get out of the bed. It is warm under these covers but she will not sleep until the dripping stops.

Drip Drip Drip. She kicks him and asks, “Are you awake? Would you shut off the faucet outside?”

“HUH?” he mumbles.

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9 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers-I can’t sleep

  1. Yup, what Claire said. Women learn to do it… I bet next time they won’t have to remind their husbands, and their pride. Which could backfire and they always have to do it, but at least they have it fixed. Enough babbling: Fun story. 🙂

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