Supposedly a storm moved through the city last night but I don’t believe it. Beyond a few puddles of water leftover this morning, I never heard a thing.
Shortly after 3:30am, after the “storm” had moved through, my stomach woke me up. It was hot underneath the covers so I threw them off. I laid there for awhile feeling my stomach roll around like a dog. At one point, I thought I heard my son cry out. Time went by and I couldn’t go back to sleep. So I just laid there hoping that eventually dreams would find me once more. The rest of my night was a blur. I think I slept off and on. Rough night.