typhoon day

I am on a shore watching tsunami swells roll toward the house. We rush to the basement (my mom’s emergency advice for tornado) and the weak window breaks open, and I knew that it would after remembering it’s one broken latch. We hold our breath underwater… Slowly decide that we must get back outside, it should be safer outside. More swells, a wave pool in an empty aircraft hanger. I’ trying to move away from the wall, where waves go to punish, kamikazes heavily fall onto the aluminum, then get quieter and quieter. I wake up from my dream. I’m dry. I need to pee. The floor in the living room and then in the entrance way is all groaning wood. It’s making my presence known. It’s ok. Today a typhoon will hit Tokyo. There is rain. But things are still. Could it have hit last night? Did I misunderstand? All the leaves outside are stone, asleep. The wind is not pushing. I take a Vitamin C and Centrum with a glass of water and a peanut butter flavored granola bar.