What a way to wake up

We woke up to the sound of our patio door getting taken off. . . with crowbars and hammers. We were expecting this to happen, and even hoped it would happen today. We just didn’t know that it would happen at 7:30 a.m., without any warning. They’ve been doing a lot of work on our building for the last week or so. We’ve been waking up to lots of noise for the last few days. This morning, I tried to ignore it at first, burying my head deeper into the pillow. But then I found myself thinking thoughts like this. . . “man, that sounds really close, like, maybe right in our living room.” I walk out there, in my pajamas, and there is a gaping hole where the door used to be. We live on the second floor, and we have a balcony, and last week they took off the railing. So, there’s this big hole where the door used to be. There’s a balcony with no railing. It’s the second floor. And there are two three-year-olds just down the hall, wide awake and, thankfully, still in their beds. Nice.