There it was. The eye of the storm. Flashing across the sky. Booming across the work. Getting closer and closer to you. Another crash. Another flash. The storm is coming nearer to your safe place. Why is it getting so close? It shouldn't be this close. There goes another boom. It's almost on top of you now. Creeping up on you. On your safe place. It's not so safe anymore now. The flash lit up the room this time. The boom came immediately after it. There no escape now. It's right above You, enclosing you into this confined space. It seems to be closing in on you the walls seem to be crumbling. The room is so small already, but it seems to have stopped. The next flash as bright. And the next boom wasn't as loud as the last. It's moving away. It's not closing in on you anymore. It has passed. No more loud noises. No more bright flashes. Moving further and further away from your safe place. Yes, the walls may be cracked, but you are safe. You did it. You survived the storm. And the eye of the storm at that. It will take time to fix your walls, but little by little, plaster by plaster, they will be fixed. I'm proud of you for surviving all this.
