I've never been scared of storms - till apparently last night.
I blame the anxiety and the fact that my eyes have opened up to the horrors this world can throw at us, but I was paralysed with fear during the first storm of the Summer last night.
I curled up on the couch, as my mum still typed away on her laptop, the TV blaring with that Airport Security show - silent but flinching with every flash of lightning and rumble of thunder. The storms started at 3.00 in the afternoon, but went around us - four hours later they were having a nice little party above my house.
It wasn't little - but it was small compared to the storms I had endured and been somewhat entertained by in my previous years. I have even survived a tornado that destroyed almost my whole estate, but spared our house. Terrifying. But even after then I wasn't overly scared of Thor's games.
Apparently that's changed.
I'm hoping that tonight, there isn't a repeat. I'd like some sleep and NOT to have any anxiety attacks.
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