Very early Sunday morning, we felt a familiar jolt in the bed, the small shock of the cat arriving in our midst from some nighttime errand.
Except, the cat lay nestled in Michelle’s arms. The jolt came from something else!
We listened for the sound of our wine glasses ringing, our surest indicator of an earthquake, but they remained silent. We turned on lights and looked around, but saw no evidence of anything that might have fallen on the bed. Then we looked underneath it. Continue reading