Let me just start by saying that this was not an ideal way to start my Thursday afternoon.
Smoke rose above my scared reflection as I tried to decipher why exactly a brown circle was growing on the white wall.
While staring at the rings of smoke around the burn mark, I dramatically thought to myself that my house may or may not burn to the ground in the next five seconds.
So I called 911 in a panic.
My brother and I sat on a cold rock wall outside of my house while fire truck after fire truck made their way into my driveway, sirens blaring. Firemen ran into the house in full uniform—I just didn’t have the heart to tell them that no real flames were involved in this emergency, yet.
Five agonizing minutes later, they walked back outside to tell us news that I did not see coming.
The sun had come through the window, bounced off a mirror, and started to burn a hole in the wall.
Is that even possible? I guess so.
After laughing it off, my friend called me in a panic to see if I was okay, because her mom read about it on Westport Now.
Westport Now? Seriously? I guess it was a news day so slow that they had to report on a fire that wasn’t really a fire.
I was so stunned that this made a legitimate news website, I didn’t know whether to feel famous or slightly violated. A picture of my fire truck infested house appeared online, making my Mom’s phone ring off the hook for the next 48 hours.
Although I’m glad everyone is safe, I’d rather not have my extreme overreaction go this public.
