A gunshot woke me up this morning at 5:30am. At least, it sounded like a gunshot. My bedroom wall faces my neighbor’s driveway, with about 20-25 feet separating our houses.
I got up and had a shower, thinking what I should do:
- Check the basement under our bedroom: maybe the cat knocked something over.
- Walk outside by the bedroom wall to see if anything could’ve caused the bang.
- Check on my neighbor to see if they’re still alive.
The only thing I ended up doing was writing this post about it.
Maybe I dreamt it.