The noise of it woke me.
Storm by Sister 3I'd fallen asleep early, having suffered from a migraine during most of the day. My first thought was to find Bill and the children. But as in a dream, I couldn't find them. I called, I looked, it felt like forever.
My very next thought was that they didn't exist, that I had dreamt them. I was not a mother, nor a wife. I was alone in the world, suddenly and since always, strangely and horribly bereaved.
Then it occurred to me that if the end of the world was coming, it was just as well they didn't exist, just as well I was alone. I felt relief.
And then Bill came in from the living room.
He told me it wasn't the end of the world, that the window was quite secure, the children asleep, and why didn't I go back to bed.
So I did.
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