Never before in my life can I remember be woken out of a
dead sleep by a storm. When I was little, it wouldn’t have surprised people
when I slept through truck and tracker pulls. And I’m talking about the really
loud divisions. This past Monday morning would seem to be a rarity for me. Sure,
the thunder is what initially woke me, but it was the lightning that keep me
from going right back to sleep. It just seemed so sudden and bright that I
couldn’t just ignore it. In my still asleep mind, the light appeared very
close. I admit, I was a little frightened. And this is only the second time
that I can recall being scared of the dark and alone. Thought this can’t really
be compared to the last time since that fear was brought on by a dream about
being chased by a demonic child. Either scenario is not a pleasant way to be
woken up in the dark.
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