We are at the beach in NC. Last night, we had a huge thunder and lightning storm. Crashing claps of thunder with brilliant light display. The cacaphony was really bad between 3 and 4 am. At 4, I gave up trying to sleep and decided to get some work done.
So, I come out of our bedroom only to discover the front door is wide open and it is raining in. Did the wind blow it open?
I immediately check on the girls in the room they are sharing. They are both sleeping on air mattresses on the floor to avoid falling out of the high bed in that room. Juliette is sleeping like an angel.
There is no sign of Evie.
She isn't in her bed.
She isn't on the floor next to her bed.
She isn't in the pile of pillows near her bed.
Panic wells. Where could she be? She wouldn't ever go out in such awful weather - only two houses away from the ocean, would she?
I wondered what I should do first - wake Bruce?
Check again?
She isn't in Juliette's bed with her, but I hear snoring.
I creep into the room and see a fragment of her fuzzy blue blanket.
She crawled under the big bed to escape the thunder and fell asleep.
Sigh.
