01 September 2012

sleepless

I woke up in terror. Our apartment was being assailed from all sides, sounding like our windows were going to burst open and rain broken glass on our bodies. Not only that, it was deafening; a full orchestra of the winds and percussion beating down on the roof, the walls, the door, making unique noises on each surface it pounded on. It was simply: hail.

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