ever “woken up” in the middle of the night only to realize you weren’t really asleep? i know, it sounds contradictory, but if you’ve experienced a night as such you’d understand. you know, those nights where everything is running through your head and REM sleep just never sets in. well, that was my evening.
after spending an extra hour talking to the roommate (about boys, life and birthdays–you know, everyday kind of stuff), i hopped in the shower with the intention of sleeping in long enough to roll out of bed, throw on a sweatshirt, and head to my final exam. sadly i did not sleep well, and i remained in a semi-conscious state for a few hours. then i was awakened to the rattling and shaking of my dresser and closet doors. i knew immediately it was an earthquake, and yet i did nothing about it.
i hear door frames are now not highly encouraged as a safe place. apparently couches are good, though. either way, “assume the fetal position and cover the back of your neck” was the method for which i prepared.
or at least i thought i prepared for it.
when it comes to fight or flight, i freeze. at least i did this morning. i laid in my catatonic state and thought of too many related (and in some respects unrelated) questions: what if this is the beginning of a really long and massive earthquake, where can i quickly change into something appropriate, am i the only one experiencing this, how soon is my final approaching, why can’t i recall the information i crammed the night before, why hurricanes are the superior natural phenomena, and how little sleep i will incur before my 8a exam.
fortunately, my roommate came in a few seconds later to make sure i was alright, and i counted down the remaining minutes and hours until my exam. exam came and went, and here i am exhausted at a day absent of a couple REM cycles.
welcome to LA. a year and a half later.