I woke up at 3:30am to a fire alarm.
Okay, so it wasn’t a fire alarm but, rather, an alarm clock. It was F‘s. He’d had it for several years but no longer wanted it. It’s one of those folding travel clocks, wind-up, of course. Because I collect old pre-antique things (vintage, you might say), it was a nice addition to my collection of clocks and other such devices. I had no idea I had set it for 3:30am.