The sound of sirens

I wake up in a fog. I went to sleep at 4 am, I am tired as hell and I'm pretty sure I have a carb hangover. It's like a regular hangover, only it comes from eating too much sugar instead of drinking alcohol. Yes, food is my drug of choice.

I clumsily reach for my phone, and see a red triangle warning me about a tornado in the area. I can barely focus on the words, but it seems like I slept right through it as the warning had since been lifted.

That sounds about right. These days, I'd sleep through anything. I put my phone on silent and would not know if the president called me. Not that he would; not that I'd care.

The sound of rain registers in my head, not just rain. It's pouring out. And then I realize it is silent in my apartment. No sound from the air conditioner, fridge, or my trusty noise machine set to ocean waves. The power is out. I check online and text my landlord while updating my Facebook 'friends' that I just slept through a tornado. The electric company estimates about an hour.

I turn over and try to fall back asleep, it is way to early for me to be up, I have a headache and feel sick.

I hear sirens, so many sirens, continuously wailing, I wonder if I should go check on my car, maybe a tree fell on it, but I am too tired to care. These days I don't care about much, it seems.

I fall asleep and wake up to the blessed sound of the ac, power is back on and tornado is long gone. The rain has stopped, the sun is shining.

I turn over and go back to sleep.