I nearly set my apartment on fire once. We were having lots of blackouts and rainstorms. I am afraid of the dark. During a blackout, I put some candles on top of my dresser which had a cloth over the top. The candles we're small and free standing. I didn't put them on a dish or anything, thinking I would put them out before I fell asleep. Hours later I awoke hearing what I thought was very loud rain. It wasn't. It was my dresser on fire. I grabbed 2 big cups I had in my room and ran down the hall to the kitchen to fill them with water. In doing this, I passed the bathroom, which obviously also had water, and the fire extinguisher. Got the water from the kitchen, ran back, past the fire extinguisher a second time, threw one cup of the water on the fire, which scattered the wax and ignited the curtains. Threw the other cup, which had no discernable effect. I then simply started screaming. My super gay roommate came in, said, " bitch I thought you were on fire" calmly walked down the hall, got the fire extinguisher, calmly put it out, and said, " I'm going back to sleep, clean this up". My grandfather, father, and older brother we're and are firefighters. My dad came over later that day with a box of smoke alarms and put them all over the place, and did not speak a word to me.
