I sat cross-legged on a table I once used as a nightstand. Now it was directly under the window. My nose pressed to the glass, I watched the lighting. Random flashes and fits of light lit up the sky. Not as if it were daytime. No. But a strange bluish glow, engulfing everything below. Not wanting to close my eyes or take long to blink, I watched for fear I'd miss seeing a strike somewhere in the distance. A fan hummed on the floor behind me, while I listened to classical piano songs. The CD player skipped when I moved my legs so as not to have them fall asleep. The window became foggy; hard to see through anymore. I thought, from my own breathing, but had not realized, since being so close to the window, rain drops had scattered across my view. I watched for a while, till the storm passed and lightning ceased.
Storms don't seem as bad at night.
