There is no light in the kitchen, no light anywhere in the house. I do not understand. I lie here, feeling the hairs on my arm. I wiggle my fingers and toes, and they move as directed. I call my cat, but have no voice.
Loyal cats are, even in space.
I notice that the storm has traveled. No more violence, only the faint smell of a war ended. My mother stirs as daylight approaches. I hear her waking father in her usual brisk manner. The cat stays by my side, not scampering off at the sounds of my father's daily grumbles.