Friday, September 17, 2010


Thunder claps abruptly. My heartbeat quickens. Loud noises have exaggerated implications. A strike of lightning becomes the apocalypse; fireworks turn into a gunman on the loose. Returning to my book, the kind that gives me these unconscious fears in the first place, I start counting. A few seconds from now, the blue flash will light up the room. Coincidentally, it takes about that long to realize my stupidity. I give up on locating the storm’s proximity, and get up to drink some water. Pitch black, yet I still think an intruder would find his way around seamlessly. Time to sleep. 

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