Lenny Jacobs

Thunderstorms

The loud crack of thunder jolts me awake. I peer into darkness, a bit disoriented. Taking a moment to center myself, I take in my surroundings and realize I am back at home, in my makeshift basement apartment. It is pitch black, meaning we must be without power. No power also explains me being freezing cold. Shivering, I gather my warmest blanket around my shoulders and walk towards the stairwell with one arm ahead of me.