Scene: I am lying in bed with Toby the Italian Greyhound curled up against my right side under the blankets, huge black cat Xena on my torso and smaller black cat Velvet above my head on my pillow. I hear lightning really close to the house. Here is my internal monologue.
Please don't let Toby wake up! There's no way it's safe to take him out in this. I hope I'm safe in here. I read that interview last week with the guy who was struck by lightning sitting in his office. I'm right by a window, too. Was his window open or closed? I wonder if it matters? Would the drape over the window save me? Probably not. If I did get struck by lightning, it would get the pets, too. That would be bad. Should I shut the window? No, that would wake the dog up. And get me closer to the window, and that's what the lightning wants, isn't it? It would suck to get hit by lightning while I'm touching the metal window frame to close it. Ooh, that was close! I'll bet my hair is frizzy from all this humidity. At least it's nice and warm with the blankets and all the animals. Zzzz...
Afterword: It stopped raining eventually, I managed to take the dog out twice, and everyone lived.
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