I was sleeping soundly early Friday morning until about 4:30 a.m. when I woke up and realized the bed was shaking, as if D was trembling uncontrollably next to me. So, I sat up and looked over at him at about the same time he sat up and looked at me. I put my hand on his leg and he put his hand on my arm and we were both looking at each other like, “Are you okay? No, are you okay?” Then, I realized our semi-empty water glasses on the nightstand were rattling. “What is that?” I asked. D answered, “I think it’s just a train…” before stumbling out of bed to look out our bathroom window. Which would have made more sense if you could actually see the train tracks from there. Or any other window in the house.
Anyway, he comes back and says, “Yeah, it’s just a train…” Which sort of made sense since we could hear the familiar horn of a train in the distance. I jokingly replied, “Are you sure it wasn’t an earthquake or something?” Instead, we dismissed it as nothing and went back to sleep. Because when was the last time we had an earthquake here? Tornados, maybe. But, not earthquakes. Besides, aren’t dogs supposed to be really in tune to stuff like that? Ours pretty much snored through the whole thing.
The next morning, D was looking through the local papers online and found that all the main articles were about the earthquake that shook central Illinois. Huh. Who knew? Thanks a lot for the heads up, Emma.
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