Sleep-walker

All of a sudden I freeze. I haven not realized what happened first – the monotonous humming of the ceiling fan was gone or the room got soaked in the darkness. I have got annoyed by the unexpected developments, rather then scary and finish my laundry first. After all, you do not need to see clothes to wash it. Sense of touch worked well. Once done I am groping for my way to the kitchen. My palms are feeling the shelves for a matchbox. It takes some moments of irritation to find one and light a candle carefully kept at hand by those who wisely anticipated the circumstances. The look on the door insensitively trembles when I open it – as if it does not know everyone in the house is asleep. I walk down the winding stairs with caution: the least I want is to blow out the candle with the air streams created by my sharp motions. The candle highlights the walls with peeled off pieces of plaster here and there which I took for lizards the night before when I climbed the steps in the dark. I reach the ground floor and get closer to the central panel where all the electricity switches are located. I open our box just to find out the expected – once again it is off. I put it on. It just goes off whenever the electricity load is too heavy. Yet, how can it be heavy at times and not heavy otherwise?! Very rhetorical question. I’d better wonder how many more times I’ll have to repeat this sleep-walker's feat tonight.