Slightly random, concerning fire
Originally posted at auromheim.net

Last fall, my then-roommate managed to come home from a night out, start boiling eggs, and fall asleep with them still on the oven. And he managed to do it twice. The result was a flat that smelled like burnt eggs for weeks; it also hightened my fear of fire. You see, we lived on the third floor, my room was at the end of a narrow corridor, and we didn’t have smoke detectors or fire escapes.

I have this nightmare of being trapped by fire, unable to escape. It comes from a true story I read once of a girl who was trapped in a car after a crash. A fireman was witness to how she watched fire closing in on her, and then she caught on fire. He was unable to help because his fire-extinguisher was empty, and the fire truck was too far away. The girl survived.

My imagination is very good at putting me in that kind of situation, and especially when I’m just about to go to sleep. When I still lived in the above mentioned flat, I had problems falling asleep some nights.

To put it simply: I am, despite the bad isolation and messiness, extremely happy to be living somewhere else now.