But we now live on a corner of an older, busy neighborhood. Our second story bedroom has, on either side of the bed, a window, a nightstand, and a lamp (one of those fun ones that turns on when you touch any part of it.)
I was downstairs the evening of the ‘flash,’ so I’ve had to recreate the scene based on Melissa’s horrified retelling.
She had just finished showering when she heard a noise outside. We are so unused to sounds other than sheep bleating that we find ourselves drawn to investigate all city noises. So Melissa turned off the bedroom lights and opened the shade to peek out. She couldn’t see the source of the noise so she leaned closer to the window.
I’m sure you can guess where this is going. Yup, her tummy turned on the lamp, thus revealing a naked former farmer pressed up against the well-lit window.
Downstairs I heard a curse, some bangs, more cursing, then a tremendous crash, more cursing, then silence.
It turns out that once the light came on, my naked Melissa leapt back and frantically slapped at the lamp with both hands, one hand turning the lamp off, the other turning it back on, which brought on more cursing and slapping until the poor lamp finally dove onto the floor to escape.
Not only did Melissa flash the neighborhood, but the on-off strobe light effect she created probably upped the event’s production value to that of a ‘girlie’ floor show.
City life has proven to be more … revealing than we’d expected.