The shouted word startled her out of a dream and she lay staring up at the darkness, the sound of running feet above, things dropping, a door slamming open, something being thrown off the balcony from the flat upstairs. Thuds then, as cabinet doors opened and closed, the hiss of water going into an electric kettle, the steady rumble as it heated then boiled. The clinking of a teaspoon against a mug, footsteps again, quieter now and slower.
She glanced at the bedside clock, 1:08am.
She wondered what the exclamation had been about and knew she would never find out.
She lay for a moment, hoping the dream would reclaim her, but sleep was as elusive now as a cool breeze in a desert.
She made her way to the kitchen, where soon there was her own coffee making noise. She took the mug back to bed, propped herself with a mountain of pillows and reached for the latest action thriller that had arrived in the mail just a few days ago. Finishing the coffee, she read until her eyelids grew heavy, then set the book aside and slid gratefully back into sleep.