As I lay back in
the reclined chair in my
fuzzy socks, I starred
emptily at the flat screen.
Mom and I did this every
now and then together.
It served as our spa night.
Our peace was disrupted
as we heard a plane. We
expected the plane's
obnoxious engine to
disappear.
However, it did the
complete opposite.
Rather than the engines
decrease in sound, they
seemed to increase in
both sound and distance.
I had never heard a plane
get so close to my house.
My still body leaped out of
my comfort zone urgently.
I felt my heart beat as if
I was getting closer to the
Jumanji board game.
I dashed upstairs, skipping
two at a time. I reached my
little brother's room. I knew
I could get the best visibility
from his sun roomed windows.
I could see the fear and
confusion in his eyes.
I jumped on his squeaky bed
and search out his ceiling
window. A large plane barely
missed our roof.
As I watched it pass over
our house, I was immediately
relieved. My body had been in
fight mode. My rapid heart beat
began to slow down. My tense
nerves loosened up.
Right before I got off my
little brother's bed, my heart
dropped.
Before my eyes the large plane
managed to do an immediate
U-turn back to my house. I knew
right away my brother would not
get hurt because he was on a
safe level.
I immediately thought of
my mom still sitting in the
living room, I had to warn her.
I reached the stairwell and was
on my way to move her out of
the way. The plane was headed
straight for our living room.
Right before I jumped off
the bottom of the stairs, I
yelled, "Mom, get out, there's
a plane about to hit our house"!
I knew to stay alive, I needed to stay
put. If I tried to get my mom,
neither of us would have made it.
I could not leave my brother
to live without a mom and sister,
so I made a quick decision.
I closed my eyes expecting
to feel and hear the war like
compact. But to my surprise,
it never came.
Feeling confused and tense,
I remained still and silent. I glanced
over to the couch and saw my mom
still there. Sitting unharmed in one piece.
I began to inspect my house just to
make sure I was not dreaming. I saw no
pieces of plane or wall in my house.
We soon then heard the
doorbell ring. What an odd time
for a doorbell to ring, I thought
to myself. My mom and I went to
answer the door.
It was an African American
that wanted to question us.
I boiled with anger as she
was acting as if nothing just
happened.
Before my mom answered her
pointless questions, I demanded
to see her ID and asked who she
was. She showed us a badge
and informed us she was with
the government.
I could careless where
she came from, I did
not trust her. I was not sure if
she was the pilot or not
because infront of the plane
was a government vehicle.
As she left, I closed the door
and attempted to process
what had just happened.
My eyes opened in the
dark room, as I heard my
roommates alarm go off.
It was just a dream.
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