A cold, quiet domicile. Perfect.
Then, sirens. Sounds. Painful, unwanted noise.
They scream, panic. Usually at my hands. Today, something else.
A growl, slowly building. I sense it.
They hide on the second floor. Watch from windows. I lurk, unseen, silent.
Sirens drowned out. Now, only a roar.
They see it. A rising carpet of blue and black. They hug, pray, whisper. I simply watch. For a moment, the warmth of normality.
But the blue rises.
Soon, the domicile is gone. So are they. Their screams washed down.
I drift away. Searching for somewhere new to rest.