"Dog Food? What's that doing there?" he thought. He decided he must have not paid attention the last time he fed Ginger.
Then he turned to open the freezer of the refrigerator to put the ice cream away. Instead of the freezer door positioned on top, he noticed it open on the bottom. He rubbed his arms. The air felt cooler.
After he stored the food, he walked into the living room and heard the TV announcer. He was about to turn down the hallway and check the thermostat when the television sounded again.
"That's funny, I don't remember leaving that on," John said.
A siren screamed outside and the newscaster continued, "This is an alert. Many homes on the west side of town has been flattened by a tornado. Don't try to enter the area for your own safety. Rescue crews are working through the night to locate survivors.
"That's odd," John said. "I live here and everything looks fine to me."
His arms began to shiver and he wanted to sit down in his favorite recliner but his bed was there instead.
"Maybe if I sleep, I'll feel better in the morning," he said as another siren dashed by his window.
"Hello?" he could hear another voice call nearby.
"Yes?" John responded, disturbed that someone was prowling around in his home.
Another voice yelled, "He's over here!"
A man dressed in a red and yellow overalls, wearing a helmet moved closer to John's face. The man's hand's reached for John and him out of the rubble.
"What happened?" John mumbled as he was laid on a stretcher.
"Tornado. You're lucky to be alive, sir," the fireman said.©A.Nation2018