I woke to the air being sucked from the room, and then, something else pushed back down through us.
“Lightning,” she whispered. “It struck near here.”
I sat up, still disoriented, the air thick, and static.
“Did you feel it?” she asked. “The lightning?”
Drugged with sleep, and confusion, I dropped away again, and woke at dawn to find the power out. Was it true? Did lightning strike the house? And why did it feel like love? The annihilating breathlessness. The way my brain seemed alight and addled all at once. Her voice, like a path. The room electric. And me powerless.
2 thoughts on “Struck”
I had lightning hit very near to me when i was a kid. It was crazy… like an out-of-body experience – a bright light, a loud sound and this feeling that your brain is trying to process the impossible. I can’t imagine what waking up to it must have been like. nice to not be alone.
It was confusing. And the air being sucked out, and then pressed back in, was the freakiest part. I still have no idea exactly what happened.