Thunder

He awoke to thunder. He stepped out of his bed, rounded the corner to his daughters room, and strode three steps to the window. There it was.

The Jones family had been through this before many times. The first time was probably about three years ago now, he couldn’t quite remember. But now, here it was again, and this time without his family there to help him with it. To his side, hey bed for a Young child. A pink and purple comforter White and light pink stuffed pillows, three of them. All illuminated by horrible light through the Venetian blinds of the window.

He grabbed at the small novelty my little pony alarm clock on the small IKEA desk beside him 2 AM in the morning. Dammit. Even in the TimeZone they were staying in it still wasn’t time to wake up. Certainly not time for a phone call from him. He had told them that he’d be okay in the house on his own.

He had hoped that this time would have been different. He cursed himself, silently by themselves? Since when could he assume problem or threat would just come for no reason, disappear? No, the Giant machine have returned. And he had no reason to believe that wouldn’t still be there when he finally I want. He sat cross-linking in the middle of the room, leaned forward as far as he could, and waited sleep.