I get back from work at around 7 pm at best, but I’m not complaining.
It’s Sunday today. In Egypt Sundays are usually the worst.
I couldn’t get enough sleep last weekend. I usually need at least 11 hours straight of sleep on Saturdays or Fridays in order to recuperate. I didn’t get that so I tried to steal an hour of sleep from 8:15 pm to 9:15 pm.
The snooze alarm caught me again at 9:30. At that point, I fell into the paradox of whether to sleep or not to. I knew I was gonna wake up at 2 am to pull an all nighter if I turned off the alarm now, but I needed the rest. I needed it to be dreamless.
Fuck it. I turned it off.

At 10 pm a meow woke me up. The sound of the sick and scared cat drove me insane. It wasn’t just a cat sound. It was that playback sound they use in horror films; like the ones they used on The Exorcism of Emily Rose (Excellent horror flick, if I may say). Any horror film fan would totally know what I’m talking about.
I live on the second floor. The meowing did not come from the street. I would know. It so felt like it came from inside the apartment.
I usually sleep with the door locked.

I kept trying to figure out where the cat sound came from until I forced my brain up. I decided to get out of bed and check the apartment out. Nothing there of course. The meowing was gone and all that was left was my brain open wide and stupidity running through my tired muscles like steroids.

Now even though I’m a cat person… I’m beginning to learn that some cats deserve to be roadkills.

I can’t sleep now… I’ll go watch a movie.