House on Marble Street
The beginning of my story is the end of James’. It started this morning with lawnmowers, chainsaws, drills, and drones. Since all the states have moved to the Postal Drone Delivery Service, it made sense that parts of the town would be overrun by the buzzing noise. (With the advancements in technology, they should be a much quieter machine.) But they weren’t quiet today, and along with the other noises of suburbia, it was making it especially hard for me to catch some much-needed shuteye. After I moved to the graveyard shift at the hospital, I knew sleeping during the daytime would take some getting used to, but these unexpected, and unnecessary, noises have been making it near impossible to rest. And today the drone noises sounded particularly close.