The hour of the wolf is the worse time to be awakened. You’ve had the phone start ringing at four in the morning; it’s terrifying. Can you imagine a four o’clock morning knock on the door, the fear that that would create?
I’ve always dreaded it. I experienced it once -- the phone ringing at that hour -- but thank God it was only a dialed wrong number.
And then it happens. For real. A heavy knock at the door. Insistent. I wake up scared.
I walk over to the door in a panic. I’m in a nightmare. Maybe it is only a nightmare. I’ll wake up and when I’ve gotten over it I’ll be Ok again.
I open the door. It’s an ‘Oops!’
I ask, “What the hell are you doing running around in the middle of the night scaring people half to death?”
“It’s your own fault man, you asked for it,” said the Oops!
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You gotta be careful. These things are serious, they add up.”
“But it’s not important, it can’t be that important.”
“Ah, but it is. Do you know that there are people out there who only seek a chance to call out to me. That you could write the most beautiful thousand words ever written and some will go through it looking for me?”
“You gotta be kidding.”
‘Nope. It’s true. Not only that, they’re doing it right now. They’re reading this and not hearing it. That’s how busy they are looking for me and my cousin, Nit.
“Christ!. Now there’s a team, ‘Oops! and Nit’.
“Yep. We’re good. We give some lots of pleasure. Makes it all worthwhile, knowing that we’re appreciated when found.”
“OK, OK, I’ll be careful. Now can I get some sleep? Go and bother somebody who’s really asking for it, like go to the White House or something.”
“I’m off now, but I’ll be back, I’m sure.”
I close and double lock the door and make my way back to my bed. Christ, is it worth it, trying write? I just dont know.
There’s a knock at the door.
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