Thick clouds shrouded the sky, incasing the normally bright city in a shadowy haze. You and your boyfriend were spending time together in your apartment for the day, remaining indoors to avoid the inevitable rainstorm.

Loud and rumbling, a thunderclap echoed through the air, preceded by a bright blue flash. You jumped, dropping the books you were stalking on the shelf. Your boyfriend came running in quickly, worry on his face.

“Are you alright? I heard something fall!” Still shaking, you picked up the books from the ground and placed them upright on the bookshelf.

“Everything’s fine. I just dropped these.” He nodded, and began to walk back to the kitchen.

Another burst of azure light lit the room, and you clenched your teeth in anticipation of the shaking thunder. The storm was approaching your building, thus making every rumble of the clouds louder and more disruptive. Your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, approaching you slowly.

“Are you sure you're okay?” You nodded, your attempt at words becoming little more than a whimper. Rationale told you realistically that your fear of thunderstorms was unreasonable and childish, yet you panicked with every thunderous roar. With the next resounding boom, your boyfriend held you tightly.

“Are you afraid?” Not waiting for an answer he led you towards your bedroom, turning on a movie after quickly shutting the blinds. With two sources of distraction you quickly fell asleep, the sound of thunder drowned out by the movie and the flashes of light hidden as you rested your face on his chest.

You were interrupted from your sleep by an earsplitting wave of thunder. As the storm passed over your street, the sound became deafening. The lightening was close enough that your apartment seemed to shake beneath its force, and you whimpered loudly with your face hidden beneath the covers.  A strong arm tugged at you protectively by the waist, and soon you were enveloped in your boyfriend’s grasp.

“Shh…it’s okay. I’m right here,” he whispered, brushing strands of hair from your face. “It’s going to pass soon.”

When you awoke in the morning, rays of sunlight peeked cheerfully through cracks of the blinds. You shifted to get up, but found yourself to be wrapped tightly in his arms. You smiled, settling back into his arms. Get up? you thought, Maybe later.