Day 3 Night.

Libya, April 8, 2011. It is currently 11:04 PM. Boarding the windows, and closing the blinds, i slump down into my chair. Unknowing whats going to happen next. The since of fear, and sorrow came over me. Thinking about my family, wondering if they too were infected by this new epidemic. Shoving my hands into my face, half shocked of what happened today, and the thought of everyone aground me dead, or infected, i begin to break down. Crying i heard a thump come from the window downstairs. Like a small child in a thunderstorm, the only thing i could think of is toss the covers over my head. Hiding from the unknown. Even if i knew what it was, i wanted to believe it was something, or someone else. After a while, the thumps started to fade. After a while of staring at the ceiling for several hours, i end up dozing in and out of sleep, until finally falling into a well needed sleep.