That's right! Mason made it safe and sound to N. Carolina. At first, he was desperate to come home - acting as if he were about to break down. He has to start over again. He's not bunking with his main friends anymore. He's bunked with two other friends. Thankfully, the room is only temporary. Where he's at now, it has awful cell service. After a few weeks, he'll be placed somewhere else (maybe with other people as well) once schooling begins.
Last night, Mason and I Skyped for a while until I began nodding off. He called me, we talked for another 45 minutes before heading to bed. I thought I was going to sleep solidly from my sudden exhaustion, yet that didn't occur. It was quite the opposite...
I turned on a small fan to cool myself off. My small fan disrupts certain sound waves. I can hear people talking or it could make airplane turbulence resemble thunder. I wasn't hearing chatter, I was hearing turbulence. Or... so I thought. My window was halfway open. I could clearly hear rumbling. But I wasn't sure if it was thunder or turbulence. Unexpectedly, I saw a bright, blue flash light up the neighbors house. My adrenaline kicked in and I was soon fully awake.
I texted Mason about a possible storm. I also woke up mom. Mason told me to stay calm, snuggle a stuffed animal or blanket, and listen to Ambience if the thunder gets too uncomforting. I agreed but continued to text him. He had to get up early for his flight. However, that didn't matter to me. What did matter was my safety and the fact of a soon-to-be raging electrical storm.
I went downstairs with mom to watch the show. I walked outside to take video of the storm booming in the distance. The skies around our house lit up like flickering light bulbs. An occasional streak of lightning zoomed across the clouds. It startled me... I hopped back inside.
The storm began around 10 PM. It didn't end until 2 AM. Mom and I sat in our theatrical chairs. My nose relaxed on the headrest. I watched as the storm came closer... and closer... and closer. Every few minutes, mom went outside to call for our cat Fluffy. He didn't come in until this morning. But at the time, we were paranoid for his well-being. We didn't know whether he ran away, scared, or he was safe in hiding.
The lightning and thunder became more frequent. Suddenly, it was above our house. I prayed a lightning bolt wouldn't come dangerously close to our home. I knew I was in harms way by sitting near a window. If a lightning bolt decided to connect with something a couple feet from our house, the blast radius would shatter glass. Yet I stayed put. I was fascinated by the lightning. It slithered along the clouds and lapped the ground. The thunder cracked, telling us how far away the bolt made touchdown.
After an hour, I felt content. Still startled, but nothing to be afraid of.
I spoke too soon.
Once my fear died, a large lightning bolt snapped across the sky, touching down some place close. My flinch-reflexes were drastic. I ducked in front of the headrest and plugged my ears. I screamed, "OH GOD" out of initiate reaction. I started to panic. I started to hyperventilate. I have never witnessed a lightning bolt so close. And the thunder coming from that bolt was MONSTEROUS. It vibrated the house.
It wasn't the only close encounter. We experienced multiple close calls with electricity. Every time, I panicked and became terrified. But for some reason, I wanted to keep watching! I was in a sort of trance! This storm was beautiful to me. Horrifying, but beautiful.
Mom and I went upstairs an hour before the storm ended. It wasn't as dramatic anymore. I felt decent enough to cease guarding my house. Yet I was far from settling. I still saw flashes light up the sky and I could still hear the thunder deeply grumble. I wondered if I should see if Mason would want to talk to me, to comfort me. But I digressed. I said to myself, "He has a busy day tomorrow. Let him sleep! You should, too. Everything is okay now." So, I listened to my self-conscience and laid my sleepy head.
Prior to falling asleep, my phone buzzed. It jolted me awake. I got an email. I was curious to see what email would be sent at a time like that. It was from Fang. I figured, "This must have delayed. He'd be asleep by now." Again, I was wrong. He was awake still! I rushed online through IMVU2Go (an IMVU iPhone app.) and invited him. I told him I needed to chat with him. I told him about the continuous storm. I asked if he could Skype with me. He agreed and we both hopped online.
We chit-chatted the entire time as the storm passed. Yet I didn't want to go. I was having so much fun with Fang! Nevertheless, at 3 AM, we were pretty beat. I asked him if he would like to fall asleep with me over Skype, like what Mason and I do. He said it was perfectly fine. And so, that's what we did. I woke up this morning, seeing Fang already awake. We said our Good Morning's, Skyped a little longer until he had stuff to do.
Today, I watched movies. I watched all three Matrix movies. Disappointingly, I forgot how freakin' epic each one is. They never bore me. Ever. Never ever... Evah.
Mason hasn't seen The Matrix. I told him that we'll be watching them as soon as he comes home.
Besides movies, I did the usual; waiting for something to happen on IMVU. People-observing. Nothin' like a good observation of hopeless idiots, eh? ;)
