The Night I Sat In The Closet

Keep the phone.

Snatch a banana.

Grab shoes, and some socks.

Throw pillows in the closet.

Pull the door shut!

Huddle and text.  

That's what I did. 

They said there was a tornado near me.

Strange. 

Strange that I never thought of I.D.

After awhile, with my friend's texting, and another one checking on me, it was weirdly amazing how comfy I felt!

There I slayed - Ian's word, my youngest son.  He says it means reclining with legs straight out in front of you; not sitting, not laying, but slaying.  There I was slaying against two comfy orange bed pillows, closeted in a 

3 x 4 space, in the dark, and listening.

Mostly to the wind.

There was the jingle-jangle of the applicances going off and on.

Near the refrigerator some thing did a happy sing-song.  

Then all power went out.

As if it was in my front yard, I could hear the blaring of the warning alarm from the county seat 6 miles away.  LOUD.  INTRUSIVE.  DISTURBING.

And that wind!  Oh, it thrust by the house with slamming rain and the sounds of a roaring train!  I'd heard that sound before in the early 60's when I was 8 years old.  There were no railroad tracks near us.  There were tracks at grandma's house in Kentucky, but not near us.  I knew that sound.  But that 60's train was coming towards us across a corn field!  That didn't make sense.

Dad said it was a tornado! 

And, that we 3 kids had to sit in the V of the T shaped red brick house until it passed!  The neighbors' lost their house, but we were spared. 

 

Until my friend called I had no clue a tornado was near!  Turns out there were two!!!   Oblivion has it's own silver lining - there's no anxiety, wariness, or fear beforehand.

Her text coincided with the city's outdoor warning siren.  The county practices it every Friday at 11:00 to ensure all is working well, so I knew what it was.  

And there I slayed, warm and cozy, in the dark of night, oblivious to danger, and feeling loved from friends, texting!

"Don't open that door!"