Through the darkness, I could hear voices. They were muffled by the floor that was between us. In my half-conscious state, I couldn't make out what they were saying. After a moment or so, I began to comprehend.
"Do you think--" my Mom was saying, in a sleepy sort of voice.
"Yes, you should check the news." That was dad.
Pressing my eyes, I pulled myself up into a sitting position. I could guess what they were talking about. It was the right season, and there had been a close call a few days ago. A tornado.