in the soft dark, when the cars are finally still, and I am lying on my mattress under the skylight, i can hear the rumble of the ocean and the waves breaking on the sand.
last night, sleeping cozily in the nude under my feather blanket, i awoke suddenly, with the realization that were a tidal wave to hit and were i to survive, i would land somewhere naked and blind (well, negative 6 in both eyes).
i then began to seriously question why i didn't have a backup bag - contacts, old glasses, t-shirt, underwear, nalgene bottle, rope of course, for tying the unknown necessity - lying handily near for optimal grabbing as the unknown disaster struck.
give me a couple years, and i'm going to be one of those mamas in the mountains living under a rock in a buried bus.