Theme Thursday - Jump
There are few things that can make an eighteen year old like myself jump out of bed in the early hours of the morning.
I often wake up and realise I've fallen back asleep after my alarm, and even then, I have to drag myself out of bed to get to work on time.
Sometimes my sister's dog, who seems to have an underlying hatred for me, bounds in to my room, pretending to be cheery and excited to see me, when really he's waiting till I close my eyes again to pee in a corner. This causes me to sit up and throw something, but only in severe cases (i.e, he runs under the bed and attempts to hide behind my guitar case) will I actually get up.
But at 6:03 this morning, yet another earthquake was causing me to leap out of my bed.
Yes, since the 7.1 at 4:35 am on 4 September 2010, these 'aftershocks' just don't seem to be letting up.
I haven't felt one that's made me jump out of a chair, let alone my bed, in well over a month, but clearly this 5.1 wasn't too deep and lasted long enough, because even though I was half asleep, I dutifully picked up my confused looking Pomeranian and ran up the stairs.
After my 'earthquake traumatised' sister (Yes, a lot of people have been having counselling- even thought no one died.) finished screaming for someone to go and get her, I went back to bed.
It took a while to get back to sleep, I had the same instant nauseous feeling that hit me during the 7.1, and had to spend a little time trying not to vomit.
And once I had, I returned to the state of a normal Siobhan, hitting the snooze button and getting up at 7.45 when I had to leave the house at eight.
I often wake up and realise I've fallen back asleep after my alarm, and even then, I have to drag myself out of bed to get to work on time.
Sometimes my sister's dog, who seems to have an underlying hatred for me, bounds in to my room, pretending to be cheery and excited to see me, when really he's waiting till I close my eyes again to pee in a corner. This causes me to sit up and throw something, but only in severe cases (i.e, he runs under the bed and attempts to hide behind my guitar case) will I actually get up.
But at 6:03 this morning, yet another earthquake was causing me to leap out of my bed.
Yes, since the 7.1 at 4:35 am on 4 September 2010, these 'aftershocks' just don't seem to be letting up.
I haven't felt one that's made me jump out of a chair, let alone my bed, in well over a month, but clearly this 5.1 wasn't too deep and lasted long enough, because even though I was half asleep, I dutifully picked up my confused looking Pomeranian and ran up the stairs.
After my 'earthquake traumatised' sister (Yes, a lot of people have been having counselling- even thought no one died.) finished screaming for someone to go and get her, I went back to bed.
It took a while to get back to sleep, I had the same instant nauseous feeling that hit me during the 7.1, and had to spend a little time trying not to vomit.
And once I had, I returned to the state of a normal Siobhan, hitting the snooze button and getting up at 7.45 when I had to leave the house at eight.
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