Gabriel Faure and Edward Elgar and firealarm

The firealarm went off earlyl in the morning.
She came in, Jayjay, jayjay, what's this sound???
I jumped up, from nothing to one, like my friends know me, like a war general always on alert, but my eyes blacked out and in my early-morning-just-woke-up hurly-burly i found my way like a blind person through the kitchen and livingroom, groping with my hands through the dark dizzy grey world my eyes allowed me to see.
It's the firealarm thing I mumble, where is the thing that D. took off??
I don't know...
Her voice like a little child's whining.
We start searching, she can't find it.
I say: look with your hands and laugh, because it's so early in the morning and my Mom always used to say that...
Finally I find it in one of the kitchen drawers, grab a chair, the sound is piercing and very very annoying. I put it back on but it doesn't stop, go and tell them downstairs I say and she says but there is no one and opens the door to go anyways and we realize its EVERYWHERE.
HA~! Now I feel excited. It's like in school. you never know whether it is for real or not, but you have to leave the building anyways. We run downstairs, I grab my money and feel sorry for the guitars and downstairs it is packed with early-morning-i-am-so-groggy people and I laugh...

Good I downloaded Faure and Elgar yesterday.
The music is so soothing