The doorbell...

The house is exceptionally quiet. It has to be for its early hours of the morning. It’s the first day of winter and it’s been raining consistently for hours. I was sound asleep on this cold wintery night and all of a sudden in the dark, I’m ripped from my sleep. Awake, though hardly coherent, I lay in bed for a few seconds wondering what woke me and then I realise the doorbell had gone off. I glare at the bedside clock, its 2 am. Who or what could be at my front door at this time of the morning? While I’m considering my options, the doorbell chimes twice more. Thoughts of all sorts fly through my head. I throw my legs over the side of the bed and my feet search for my warm slippers somewhere on the floor. As I made my way across the bedroom in the darkness, I collided with the partially closed door. I let out a scream of pain waking Johnny up. Standing in the hallway I yelled out “who’s there?” Silence. I cautiously open the door and am greeted with a blast of cold air and rain in my face. There is no-one there. I close the door again and decide that the cold finger of winter wind must have set off the doorbell. I sink back into bed and listen to the falling rain outside for a few seconds. The rainwater tanks will be filling up with all this water, which is good as our supply was down to half and we needed some to see us through the dry months ahead. I drift off back to slumber land……