I jump a lot if someone suddenly appears in front of me. Then I laugh, because I wasn't really scared, I was just surprised.
I've been known to make a noise considered by other people to be a scream when something like a leaf falls on me when I'm out walking. Again, a surprise reaction.
Last night, and almost every night since Dave left, this building does its best to make me jump or scream. And, sadly, I've been scared. Just like a StarTrek red shirt or a silly teenager in a horror movie though, I go (looking fearless) to see what is going on. Usually, a paper has been blown to the floor by the air conditioner, or someone walking down the hallway has keyed my door, or the dishwasher has thrown a wineglass against its neighbour.
I don't remember feeling this way before---a little bit brave, a little bit not, and then chastising myself for my lack of ...what? testosterone? guts?... or my overdose of imagination?
So that's why the little amber lamp in the shape of a duck that sits on my desk stays on 24/7. Not my fault. It's the building. The certified-green building on Night's Plutonian shore that we moved into because we're green by nature, (and by "we", I mean Dave) and definitely not the kind of people who leave lights on unnecessarily.