David was about to hit the snooze button again, but decided instead to bite the bullet and drag himself out of bed. He scraped his feet against the cold morning hardwood floor on his way to the kitchen. He was about to pour himself a cup of coffee from the thermal caraffe he got last Christmas when he realized that he had run out of creamer. David had always preferred powdered creamer to dairy because he was what he himself referred to as "somewhat" lactose intolerant- which is just his way of saying he got a bad case of the runs every time he had a bowl of cereal.

He sat down at the table with his all-sugar and no-cream coffee when he realized he had forgotten to retrieve the morning paper. It was probably carelessly thrown underneath his car as usual, David complained quietly to himself. He decided this would be a good chance for him to reflect upon yesterday's events. As he sat thinking, rubbing the handle of his mug with his index finger, and propping his head up with his other arm on the table, he suddenly became alert. He heard what sounded like a diesel engine in the distance. David remembered learning about the Doppler effect in elementary school years ago and briefly though about how stupid one would have to be not to realize that the sound of an engine growing less and less faint meant that it was coming closer. He pictured someone readying themselves to cross the street stepping off of the curb and getting hit by a bus after having completely disregarded the sound of its approach.

He was grinning and got somewhat carried away in his thoughts when all of a sudden a thunderous roar and breaking glass instantly broke his train of thought and knocked him to the floor, his kitchen collapsing around him. David awoke in a daze a few minutes later, not fully aware of what had taken place. He pulled himself from the wreckage that was his kitchen with a few minor scrapes and cuts here and there.


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