Orbis Writings

This morning I woke up, on the couch.  It was barely 1am.  The apartment was dark.  The lights on my router weren’t twinkling, none of the lamps I had left on, were on.  My apartment felt dead.  All I could hear was this drilling sound coming through one of the open windows in the bedroom.

I got up, still dressed in jeans and t-shirt, and checked out the bedroom to see what was going on.  I peeked through the window.  I’m not sure what the drilling sound was, but it was loud and coming from somewhere beyond the housing complex where I live.

I checked a few light switches on my way back to the living room, all non-responsive.  All I could think about was that story I wrote a few weeks ago, Evolution.  I was scaring myself.  I sat on the couch.  I didn’t want to go back to sleep.  I didn’t know what was lurking in my apartment.  Yes, I have two cats and they were around somewhere, unaffected by the lack of power.

I could see light seeping in from the main halfway; I live in an apartment.  I headed to the front door and looked into the hallway, the main lights were on.  I was puzzled, was it just me.  I looked through my patio door from the living room and none of the apartments in my area had lights.  Although, I could see every street light and building surrounding our complex was lighted.

I turned on my laptop, that sat on the coffee table, and tried to connect to any of the neighbouring wireless routers.  Nothing was available.  So it was confirmed that it wasn’t just me.  And the lights in the main hallway were most probably connected to an emergency power source.

I lied down on the couch, grabbed the mouse and played mahjong; long enough until I could tire myself out.  I certainly didn’t want to consciously close my eyes.  And heading to the bedroom, to my bed, seemed like a bad idea for some reason.

I woke up this morning, both lamps were on.  The router lights were twinkling again.  And it was light outside.  I had survived my short story.  And in the process had come up with another spine tingling idea for another short story.