It’s a dinosaur! No, it isn’t.

I initially thought was the garbage truck collecting our trash when the churn of the machine broke the morning silence and the chirps of the birds. On the norm, it occurs only once in the morning but today was exceptional. The hums of the churning machine came on and off, on and off. Repeatedly. And I thought we just had too much trash for them.

What followed after was mind-racking and I wanted to ring up the Town Council before any fatalities. I live on the highest level of my apartment building and today, there were sounds of people hammering the roof, and rolling concrete blocks like a small child rolling a snowball.

Then I realized subconsciously that they were doing some works to reproof the roof… or whatever. The rumbling sound of the concrete pieces drove me crazy. At some point in time, the hammering got so hard that I could feel my walls, bed and chair trembles. I was so convinced my ceiling is going to cave in.

Nonetheless, I got so irritated and paranoid that I think it is better to wake up so I can be more responsive in the event my ceiling really caves in on me… if Nicole Highway can cave in, so can my ceiling.

When I look out of my window after I got up from bed, I was feeling lucky that I don’t have a three year old kid running around the house or I will have trouble big time. Not because he would cry, but a really hard time convincing him that this is not a dinosaur.

There right outside my window was a crane set against the overcast sky. So ominous, it was. That crane was brought into the confined place of a horse-shoe shaped building. Then it starts to hover over our roofs precariously. No, it wasn’t a dinosaur trying to pry and catch smaller ones running on my roof.

I don’t know how this tear-away-the-roof-and-reproof-it thing would last.

“I should have gone to work this morning. I should.”