Six a.m.

I hear elephants.

The people that live above me have elephants running through their house, from the living room through the dining room of our row house, and into the kitchen.  I'm not sure they know. 

Once in the kitchen, they simultaneously turn the water on, open and shut the silverware drawer, and drop, from a distance of nine feet, a four and a half ton weight onto the floor above my bedroom.  Every morning.  At six a.m.  On the dot.

I still cannot figure out the reason why.

Up until about a month ago, this guerilla band of elephants had limited their living room to kitchen antics to normal business hours - seven am until two am.  Now every morning, I'm awoken at six a.m. on the dot by the stomping and slamming of at least eleven elephants.

I wake up to go to work at about 6:20.  But, I really miss those twenty minutes of sleep before my sixteen minutes of snooze.  Argh.