Why’s the bed shaking?
That was my first thought when I blearily opened my eyes three years ago.
I stared at the shelf across my bed for a few seconds before I realized everything was shaking.
It was like someone had zapped me fully awake. I whipped around and locked eyes with my sister on the other side of the bed we shared. We were silent, listening to the cracking of the plaster on the ceiling.
The next second found us rolling away from each other and diving on the floor. I pulled my quilt along with stiff fingers and crouched under it.
“Where’s the dog?” I yelled. I couldn’t see his bed from here.
“I don’t know!” My sister’s panicked voice was muffled by the loud shaking of the windows.
Suddenly I felt something burrowing under my quilt. I sighed in relief when my shih tzu climbed on my lap.
“He’s with me!” The door opened.
“MOM, GO HIDE!” my sister shouted.
I huddled and made myself as small as I could. The sounds of falling debris crowded in. My dog shivered against my stomach.
Please stop. God, please make it stop.… Read More