I slipped into the space between my bed and the inside wall, trembling, whimpering as the thunder rattled the houses. I pulled the blankets over me, curling up in a ball.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. I chant to myself my heart in my throat. It's just noise. It's just.
CRAAACKKK.
I bit off a muffled cry, burying my head into my knees. It's just noise! I tried to tell myself. But noise didn't shake the walls. Noise didn't make it feel like my home was going to collapse down on top of me. Trapping me. Leaving me helpless because no one would be able to find me to rescue me. Thunder shouldn't cause such terror. But it did. Oh it did!
I curled up tighter, unable to get in a full breath of air. Please, oh please. Let the storm pass. Let the thunder be less terrifying. Anything, anything to get rid of this sense of impending doom that was hanging over me.
-Inspiration from rather loud thunderstorms we've been having recently
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