this morning was the second morning in a row that i was awakened by a storm.



it was particularly vicious this morning. i remember being broken out of the hold of sleep by a crack of thunder so loud it resonated, ringing in the air, together with a few car alarms set off by the lightning. a cacophonic morning chorus of the natural and the artificial. i snapped my eyes open, in the same moment confused by the sound and realising what the sound was. i turned to face my windows and flashes of lightning illuminated my room. i felt a kind of drowsy unconsidered fear, that i might be struck by the lightning, because the thunder was so loud that i thought it was the sound of something being struck, of a building falling.



the day before i was awakened by the sound of my door slamming, sucked shut by the wind forcing its way through my windows. like this morning, i spent a few seconds in that slightly dazed stupor of a just woken person wondering what was happening. then i shut my blurry eyes and went back to sleep.



that was what i tried to do this morning, i tried to turn away and go back to sleep. but this time the storm was more urgent and the thunder more pressing. so i didn't.



because i couldn't.