Tragedy

A tragedy is when the battery in the smoke alarm over your bed dies and you've been asleep for hours. Your husband's dreams have incorporated the ear piercing beep into them and fail to wake either one of you at first. Then you wake up and in your zombie-like state try and figure out what's wrong by reading the tiny smoke detector words in the dark. You've stood on a bench to reach the demon but realize you are 6 inches too short. Dragging a chair up a flight of stairs doesn't help because taking the battery out doesn't stop the beep. Yanking the entire gremlin off the ceiling and burying it under a couch pillow takes care of it. Sleep just isn't the same after that.