by Andrea Mulder-Slater
I woke up to see Geoff staring at me. He asked me what time it was.
I contemplated poking his eyes out but instead got up to go the bathroom, glancing at the clock radio as I walked by.
Four twenty four.
Geoff: That’s it? It’s so bright out.
He was right. Our bedroom was filled with light. I pushed the blinds away and peered through the glass. It was like daylight out there.
Me: Maybe it's a full moon?
I headed to the bathroom (where I didn’t slam the door [see Montana Moose story]). I looked out the windows. Same view as from the bedroom – bright as hell. Much brighter than a full moon night.
I started to feel anxious.
I wandered into the living room and looked out front. It looked like the sun was trying to come out - at four thirty in the morning? What was going on? I went back in the bedroom to re-check the clock.
Four thirty six.
Me (becoming frantic): This is so weird. It is so freaking bright out.
Geoff (strangely calm): I’m gonna make coffee.
Back in the living room, I felt a panic attack coming on as my mind raced with dark imaginings. What the hell had happened overnight? Were we in danger? I remembered having read something in the news about researchers coming close to finding a “God Particle” I recalled one of them saying they had witnessed an “excess of events”. Holy crap – what had those scientists started? Don't they know you should never mess with God's particles? Thanks to them, the earth was about to explode.
I glanced at the kitchen clock.
Seven forty four.
It looked like daytime, because it was daytime. Funny how my first thought had been the world coming to an end and not a broken clock.
I think I need a vacation. Also, Geoff should never wake me up in the morning.