After the Quake
Yes, another earthquake, this one in the middle of the night. I think I've gained super powers somehow. The sort that cats are reported to have, how they sense earthquakes before they reach human sense organs. Almost a minute before the earthquake hit, I sat up straight in my futon out of a deep sleep and mumbled, "What's wrong?" I looked around and thought I'd just had a nightmare. Then, as I lay down again, I felt it move through my apartment like a wave and the building moved side to side as it usually does during these, only for a really really long time. It felt more powerful than any of the other ones I've experienced since moving here. In the morning, when I woke up to get ready for work, I found pictures toppled over in their frames, a cereal bowl on the kitchen floor, and some yen scattered beside the bookshelf. None of the other earthquakes threw stuff around so blithely. I also just finished Murakami's "After the Quake" tonight. Eerie, eerie. A good collection, by the way.