It was 6:45am, I was wide awake but still in bed, watching the end of my favorite PBS show, History Detectives, when I heard the audible *snap* of the TV going off. Huh? Damn! looks like the power went out. I looked at my bedside clock to verify it.... and its flickering in the strangest way, as if it's still attempting to suck the last bit of power from the wires. With a huge sigh, I got up and dressed so I could do what I normally do when the power goes out: wander outside and see if any of the neighbors come out because their power was out as well. I tested my light switches, just to see if maybe it was the power strip for the TV only. Nope, they're not working.
I stepped from my bedroom and looked down the hallway to the kitchen, and WTF? My stove, my microwave and my refrigerator all still have power. I stood there in amazement, blinking, then reached back into my bedroom for the wall switches to the overhead lights. Nope, they're not working. Huh? So I donned my slippers and went outside to look at the circuit breakers. None of the neighbors seemed to be up and about, wandering and wondering about their power... I checked the circuit panel, and no, nothing is flipped the wrong way. This is the weirdest thing!
I wandered back inside, standing in the middle of the living room, turning circles as my mind puzzled over this. I looked out the back doors to see if there was anything else noticeable. And nothing. By the time I walked into my bedroom, the power was back on in there.
Why my bedroom? What the heck happened? I didn't turn the TV back on; I just climbed back into bed, curled up around a pillow and read for a little bit, trying to take my mind off this. But I couldn't help thinking in the back of my mind whether this was some kind of trickster doing? *shivers*
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