Mrs Dudman

Mrs Dudman-newly widowed-was lying on her bed, in the dark (as one tends to do at the end of the day.) Above her was a ceiling- as ceilings are often above people- and attached to it was a fire alarm. Mrs Dudman was far too sleepy to worry about its red glow (which disturbed her greatly every night, but she always forgot about it in the morning and therefore never stopped the irritating, sleep preventing flashing.)
On this particular night, she lay on her bed swearing to herself that in the morning she would remember to do something about the fire alarm. She thought of getting a chair from the communal kitchen, a hammer from the communal shed and smashing the red light to pieces. But she was not as young as she used to be, such a task would utterly drain her, just thinking about it sent Mrs Dudman into the strange world between consciousness and dreams. Her thoughts became semi controllable and she almost forgot where she was, when BANG BANG BANG.
Mrs Dudman bolted upright, who dare disturb her sleep? She instinctively felt around the bedside table for her glasses, but managed to knock them to the floor instead. Deciding vision wasn’t entirely necessary, she switched on her lamp and threw the sheets off her bed. Yes completely off her bed.
BANG BANG BANG Mrs Dudman was infuriated now, she swung open her door and yelled down the communal corridor “WHO’S BANGING ON ALL THE DOORS!? THERE ARE BABIES TRYING TO SLEEP!!!” she went back inside, slamming her door heavily behind her. A thunder of babies cries erupted from down the hall.
There was no going back now, Mrs Dudman’s sleep was officially disturbed. As she slowly bent down to retrieve her glasses from the floor her back made a worrying cracking noise (which she had learned to pay no attention to.)
She put her glasses on, sat on the side of her bed and watched her fake teeth bobble gently up and down in their glass.
There was a faint knock on the door “Mrs Dudman?” a young woman whispered, mainly for the benefit of the babies (which had since stopped crying.) Mrs Dudman considered answering the woman, but in the time it took to decided not to answer her, she was already in the room. “I have to remind you, Mrs Dudman, that noise in the middle of the night is highly unappreciated” said the young nurse sweetly but seriously, her straightened orange hair was resting weightlessly on her shoulders. She dared not enter the room more than a few feet.
“I wasn’t the one who started it!” Mrs Dudman snapped at the familiar nurse.
“Right” the nurse knew not to argue with her “I’ll just leave you to get back to sleep then, shall I?” and with that, the nurse left to attend to a knife wound incident on level 3.
Once the nurse was completely gone, Mrs Dudman aggressively whipped her glasses off. In the process, however, she managed to topple her glass full of teeth off the bedside table. They fell to the floor with a splash. As she watched her teeth- which were now disconnected from the gum- float around her floor, she thought: it’s moments like these you need Minties before remembering that if it weren’t for over consumption of the aforementioned lolly, she wouldn’t be watching false teeth swim around her bedroom floor in the first place.