Something has woken me up, it's hitting the outside of the house. Probably a bit of hail, I think, remembering the forecast for the afternoon that must not have moved as fast as expected. The wind is blowing, sending creaks and pops into the night. It doesn't seem too bad, and I'm so tired...
Thunder, so loud the rumble makes the windows shake. I'm awake again. I pop my right eye open but don't turn to look at the clock because I'm too lazy to move. Downstairs, I hear movement. The boys are moving up to be with the rest of the family. Someone bumps into the closet door, getting settled making a pallet on the floor of our room. I half wonder which boy is in here and half drift off again...
Crack! Both eyes open. That was close. I don't see any lightning. Weird. So tired...
I roll over to find my comfy spot. Are all the boys in my room? The white noise is still playing in Jay's room, crickets and frogs. I shouldn't be staying up to read so much, the thought sails through barely skimming the surface of my mind. It's not really worth it, the reading, because I don't remember the last couple of pages and have to re-read the next night. I'll think about it later...
Was that thunder? I don't really care enough to try and alert more senses to find out...
I am asleep.
This morning I find out, through the radio, that the weather was bad in areas of St. Louis. I pray for those families affected and thankful that we were protected and safe. March is in like a lion.
We had that weather an hour ago. You describe that feeling of drifting in and out of sleep so well in your slice!
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