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It was a cozy evening as MC worked on her upcoming media psych assignment. Work it was, but MC hadn’t written a single thing down. The objective was just too broad: pick a commercial and explain how the writers and directors worked together to get the audience to view the story in the intended way.
It was supposed to be an easy, even fun, assignment, but MC ended up stressing herself out about it as she tried to pick the perfect one. Having started right after dinner, it was already way past dark now—the only light in the room coming from her screen. She was sprawled out on the couch, determined to cement her third-year status solidly in her professor’s mind with a stellar assignment, but she found herself running in circles.
Sighing, MC closed her laptop. She decided that, if she slept on the decision, maybe she’d be able to make a more confident choice about which commercial to pick tomorrow. Looking around the living room, her eyes took a while to adjust to the dark. As she sat there, dark shapes began to take on sharpness and texture; she could hear the hush of a steady rain shower pattering on the pavement. This night felt as if it held a hidden energy.
Daring not to look at the clock on her way to her room, MC got ready for bed, comforted by the knowledge that tomorrow was the weekend. Cozying into her sheets, MC felt the gravity of dreams begin to take claim of her when a sudden flash of light, followed by a booming roar, yanked her from their clutches.
The once gentle rainfall had turned violent. While MC wasn’t afraid of a little thunder and lightning, the newness of the apartment, and its apparent lack of outdoor soundproofing, made it hard to sleep. Shadows danced around MC’s bedroom as the wind blew the clouds and shook the trees. Accompanied by the apartment’s grieving, the storm was terrifyingly loud. The thunder must be echoing off the valley floor, thought MC as she went to close the opaque curtains a bit snugger.
It had been no more than 5 minutes, when a particularly stubborn lightning bolt lit up the entire room. In the moments of its flash and fade, all was silent and bright long enough for MC’s nerves to calm a bit... Unfortunately, the respite didn’t last as MC’s heart jumped out of her chest in response to two simultaneous booms. Instantly, all the apartment’s lights suddenly flickered on, only to sparkle out shortly after.
Oh no! shivered MC as she sprang out of bed, pawing for the light switch. To her dismay, her frantic flickering garnered no response; that last lightning bolt must have hit something important and killed the power.
Heart pounding, MC stumbled back to the living room. There was no way anyone could sleep through this. Heading out the door, MC threw a hoodie over her t-shirt/shorts pajama set and braved it into the storm.
The wind whipped hair and rain into her face as she pulled the front door shut. Head low, she hugged her arms close to her body as she made her way over to his flat...
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