minalisms

When my eyes fluttered open before the sun came up this morning, I wondered how I was transported back to my dearly beloved, California.

But as consciousness and logic flooded my head, I realized that, no, I was still in the middle of the country that is Missouri. A middle that was uncharacteristically shaking the way California characteristically does from time to time.

“Wow,” said Ben, sitting up in the bed and waiting for the magnitude-5.2 temblor to pass.

“It’s just an earthquake; go back to sleep,” I said, unimpressed.