(2 min read) 3:35 AM. Alarm blaring. Disoriented, I pop out of bed, reach for my glasses and ask, “what is that?” “It’s the security alarm” my spouse replies. For a moment, I was relieved because I feared it was the fire alarm. For a split second, fire seemed like a better option than an intruder. After briefly playing out the intruder scenario in my head, the fear returned.
