Exquisite Terror

Setting the scene:

Sound asleep. The only sound to be heard within miles is the sound of my fan blowing a cool breeze. Wrapped up to my ears in a blanket, Jake also asleep somewhere in the near vicinity.

What happpens next:

Gunshots. Several of them, right outside my window. I woke up in utter terror and afraid to move.

And then:

I called JC. Then I came here to blog about it. I hear no sirens, no activity outside. The neighborhood has again become quiet and serene.