I’ll admit… it probably wasn’t smart to watch the first episode of American Horror Story right before going to bed last night.  Not that I was scared or freaked out or anything, but it set the mood for dark, quiet night.

We went to bed and I fell asleep to Futurama (like I always do) but woke up about twenty minutes later wide awake.  The bane of falling asleep for a whole night is the twenty minute power nap because I was wide awake.  At that point it was past midnight, and it was so quiet in my apartment I could hear everything.

Every time I moved my arm I could hear it on the sheets.  I hear every click and bang from the radiator. I heard every car that passed in the front of the apartment.  Every time a guinea pig took a drink of water in the other room it was loud and clear to me.  I laid awake for about ten minutes hearing every thing, one at a time, loud and clear as if it had been through a speaker.

And then, as it started to quiet down Angelo started bolting up and down the hallway.  He’d run as fast as he could (and loudly!) down the hardwood floored hallway, stop at the end and let out a few meows, then bolt back the other direction.  He did this four or five times, before I got out of bed to see what was freaking him out.  I walked into the kitchen and he was just sitting there staring at me.

Now our stove is a little odd.  You can actually hear the pilot light in the oven if its really quiet.  It can be confusing, and was, before we figured out what it was.  It just sounds like a lighter flame flickering in the wind.  Regardless of the knowing what the noise was, in a pitch black apartment, with wind blowing outside, and every noise bolstered, the pilot light added to the atmosphere.

I lured Angelo to the bedroom with some kitty treats, and was able to get him to his spot on bed (Angelo has a spot that he sleeps in, its his).  I put some Futurama on my phone, and two episodes later (and some sleep talking by Sam) I fell asleep.

I had weird dreams I wish I remembered, but it was an odd night and I can trace it all back to watching American Horror Story.  So my advice to you, shut off the lights, get ready for bed, and throw on the first episode of American Horror Story.  It was great.