It began as any other summer thunderstorm begins. The air was thick and hazy. Streetlights and stars were invisible from my window. I closed everything up before bed in preparation.
I heard a rumble of impending thunder as I drifted off to sleep.
Soon, I began to dream. I dreamt I was in a booming nightclub, flashes of light pulsing against my eyelids. Damp, warm bodies crashing around in the dark bass of the room.
Suddenly, I was awake. A loud crack of lightning, perhaps, had sent my cat rocketing into bed and under the covers. Sleepily, I pet her head. I heard the tell-tale dripping of a window left open in the living room, but I could’ve sworn I closed them…
I’m not sure what time I awoke. The light was not shining in a familiar way. The sky was lemon yellow. My feet swung off the bed and landed with a splash on the hardwood. An inch of water covered the floors. I trudged to the living room, expecting to find the window I neglected to close. But they were all closed. The roof, however, was wide open.