Sense Memory
It's amazing what the sound of something can bring up.
I moved to Missouri in 1991. Since then, I've been through several Tornado threats, and even Tornadoes hitting parts of town, but I was never really bothered by them as much. I lived through several hurricanes while I lived in Massachusetts, and by comparison, Tornadoes just didn't seem as real. Ever seen the movie The Perfect Storm? I lived in a town about 50 miles off the coast when that storm came through our area, and nearly lost my best friend when the wind took down a tree just on top of her house. If another larger, older tree hadn't been there, my best friend would've died, because it was heading straight for her bedroom.
Earlier tonight, things mostly seemed okay. Everyone was a little tense, but the roommates left to go on their walk anyway, and I played with the kitten. She was tense and a little jumpy, but otherwise fine. Moments after the girls got home, we all settled to go to bed, and out of nowhere the power goes out and the wind picks up. Sounded kind of like it was raining at first, but the thing that really got me was the color of the sky, and the way the wind was blowing. Kept changing directions, and blowing hard enough that my ears popped and I couldn't open the screen door.
The sound of the wind was like hearing that hurricane all over again, with the few minutes of calm in the eye right before it started up and uprooted a tree bigger around than my dad's arms could reach. All the sirens that keep popping up aren't helping either. There were a lot of sirens after the hurricane. I checked the weather page when the net and power came back up, and the weather channel says the wind will top out at about 50 mph, which isn't that bad by comparison, but it's the way it whipped up that's got me spooked, and now it's calm again. Calmer, anyway. I may not sleep well tonight. We're still in the middle of a severe heat advisory, and there are reports now of a severe thunderstorm watch until 2am, but I'm worried that if I take one of my sleeping pills, I'm not going to hear the tornado sirens, or I'm gonna have nightmares.
I don't do nightmares. The scariest movies don't freak me out, but the sound of wind at just the right speed and just the right way of hitting the house leaves me scared as hell. And the bed's not big enough for me to crawl in with the girls. I have two repressed memories - I know they happened, but I can't remember the details and only know what I've been told. One was the near rape that happened when I was 7, the other is that hurricane. And I'm worried that the storms tonight may bring up the hurricane.
Gods, that a storm should make me this shaky.
I moved to Missouri in 1991. Since then, I've been through several Tornado threats, and even Tornadoes hitting parts of town, but I was never really bothered by them as much. I lived through several hurricanes while I lived in Massachusetts, and by comparison, Tornadoes just didn't seem as real. Ever seen the movie The Perfect Storm? I lived in a town about 50 miles off the coast when that storm came through our area, and nearly lost my best friend when the wind took down a tree just on top of her house. If another larger, older tree hadn't been there, my best friend would've died, because it was heading straight for her bedroom.
Earlier tonight, things mostly seemed okay. Everyone was a little tense, but the roommates left to go on their walk anyway, and I played with the kitten. She was tense and a little jumpy, but otherwise fine. Moments after the girls got home, we all settled to go to bed, and out of nowhere the power goes out and the wind picks up. Sounded kind of like it was raining at first, but the thing that really got me was the color of the sky, and the way the wind was blowing. Kept changing directions, and blowing hard enough that my ears popped and I couldn't open the screen door.
The sound of the wind was like hearing that hurricane all over again, with the few minutes of calm in the eye right before it started up and uprooted a tree bigger around than my dad's arms could reach. All the sirens that keep popping up aren't helping either. There were a lot of sirens after the hurricane. I checked the weather page when the net and power came back up, and the weather channel says the wind will top out at about 50 mph, which isn't that bad by comparison, but it's the way it whipped up that's got me spooked, and now it's calm again. Calmer, anyway. I may not sleep well tonight. We're still in the middle of a severe heat advisory, and there are reports now of a severe thunderstorm watch until 2am, but I'm worried that if I take one of my sleeping pills, I'm not going to hear the tornado sirens, or I'm gonna have nightmares.
I don't do nightmares. The scariest movies don't freak me out, but the sound of wind at just the right speed and just the right way of hitting the house leaves me scared as hell. And the bed's not big enough for me to crawl in with the girls. I have two repressed memories - I know they happened, but I can't remember the details and only know what I've been told. One was the near rape that happened when I was 7, the other is that hurricane. And I'm worried that the storms tonight may bring up the hurricane.
Gods, that a storm should make me this shaky.