i cannot sleep. a familiar feeling keeping me up. the shift. physical. mental.
sharp pains striking my chest. my feet. my stomach. my hands. what is this? i ask.
and then the lights flicker.
wind howls in the cold dark grey space between night and morning. calling my name. whistling at me. taunting me.
and then the power goes out.
could this be it? could this be the end of the world? the end of my world? the end of my life? fear takes over.
and then, an explosion. a boom. a bright light. piercing through the window and onto my wall.
i’m certain. the ship has crashed. they’re here. my time has come to return home. i am no longer worthy of existence on this planet. but i am not ready to leave earth. this temporary home. cold and dark as it is. i love her dearly. i am terrified.
and then, i tip toe toward the window. no longer do i wish to be alone. cradling my dog. my anchor.
peering through the window, i come face to face with the source. of my fear.
an electrical fire. burning down a telephone pole across the street. mother nature’s sparkler. reminding us of her power. taking out our artificial power.
forcing us to disconnect. to unplug. to detox from the fake white light. detached from our own.
no longer do i feel alone.