At 3:39 this morning I was awoken by a tremendously loud crash. That early in the morning my mind was racing...was it a gun shot, did something just explode, was it thunder? And then the rattling...everything was moving and shaking. I could here the glass shelf above my sink rattling against the back splash. In my grogginess, I reach out and fumbled around for my watch, my stupid alarm clock fried out a few months ago and I've become too cheap (crazy, I know...) to replace it. The watch read 3:39 AM. After the noise and trembling faded, I gathered up the nerve to get out of bed and looked out the window. All I could see where two little faces in a lit up window looking out just as I was from the house next to the dorm. I ventured out to the bathroom still unsure of what I just experienced. I practically tip-toed the 4 feet to the bathroom. Yes, I was a scaredy cat! Once I was back in my room I glanced out the window, again, just to see what was going on. The house next door was blacked out and I questioned whether I had even seen the kids in the first place. Surely it was all a dream so I went back to bed. I laid on my back, like I do when I am scared, and held the covers up to my chin. I laid there for what seemed like forever until sleep eventually won me over.
It wasn't all a dream. The crashing noise, the shaking, the children in the window...it was all real. It was a 4.5 earthquake!
Stephanie
Castle in France
Swiss Alps
