Fight out on the street last night.

It made up part of my dream for a while, then I finally woke up and pushed random buttons on my phone till it told me the time. 2:44 AM. Why do we always look to see what time it is when something bad or crazy happens?

I poked my head out the curtain while Dan called the cops. From the noise I expected to see a gang of angry men brawling but instead it was just one drunk man and his girlfriend. He stormed around Saginaw street swinging his arms and hollaring. She kept reaching for him, then would slip in the snow, be pushed away and skitter back again.

The cop had to say "Hello" twice before Dan was awake enough to say "yeah, uh fight. Main street er Saginaw street." I couldn't hear what she was saying, she seemed to just be crying. She kept reaching out for his arms and shushing him as if it wasn't happening, he pushed her away screaming "MAYBE I SHOULD JUST FUCK YOU UP!" He stormed around the corner and she slid after him.

The cops came eventually but I think it was to late.

We curled back up in our beds but I couldn't sleep. I felt cold down in my stomach and shaky like the bed might not hold up. We pretended like it was no big deal, more an annoyance than anything else and turned over a few times.

When I stepped out with the dog this morning I didn't take our usual route around the same corner where they had faught. I don't know what I was afraid I would find there but it just seemed best to steer clear.