It doesn’t take long after my head hits the pillow for me to fall into a dream state. I just woke up startled by a dream. My only recollection is me in a lushly soft white bathrobe, a white towel wrapped around my wet hair, a very dimly lit room, and the lighting had a yellow hue to it. My towel touched what I assume is a light hanging from the ceiling. For some reason, the towels wrapped around my head was a couple feet tall. When the towel hit what was hanging, there were sparks. Two bright lights and the loudest electrical crack. It was loud enough to wake me up from a dead sleep.

And for a split second I thought it was a gunshot. I checked on my kids, they are both sound asleep. I haven’t been able to close my eyes. So I am laying here in bed listening to the wind.