Warning Sirens

In hurricane domes at bad times, it's just a pool of people in sweat like cereal they say.

Rain and hail fell in bits and clumps on the ceiling and wet hail hit the mud out the window. Over and over light was behind the blue patterned curtain and the echo of gurgling clouds came out of sync. Wind from out of the house sounded like the air conditioning breeze that was too low to keep me cool. I felt the rain and hail on pricks in my head where each hair grows out.
The blanket had been getting hotter and hotter over the night and my legs moving around made it sweaty so I rolled the blanket to the side and took my socks half off. My phone vibrated my pillow and the back of my head then I heard my Mom’s phone go off in the living room. Sirens from far away came into the room like a ghost pirate in the foggy sea. In the other room there was the scrabbling of paws on wood and then it went away and the living room was silent so the siren was louder.
I felt for my phone in the dark, then looked for the weather. I saw on the news rubble and tornado statistics and I looked up scales and wind speeds and my eyes felt old. My phone was on for a while.
Mom shifted and fell back to sleep on the living room couch.
I looked at maps for my grandparents and my friend and my Dad then I turned it off after I turned off those alerts.
I waited in the hot air in my bunk bed with no bottom just below the popcorn ceiling and looked at the still fan and the air conditioning blowing.
I closed my eyes and laid there for a while. Thoughts and waiting and thinking. My brain showed me words that meant things at one time like “thy” and “and” and “grass” and stuff about the one dead body that the news said was found in my area. The storm was through many states and it was in the state my grandparents live in two or three hundred miles away. My friend lives too far for the storm. My Dad is in the same red zone as me and my Mom. The news said they did not know if that body was dead due to the storm and I thought what else would it be? what else would it be? then I thought of my dad and my friend and then me and thought I knew what else it might be. what else it might be and the rain got louder and hit more and more. and I thought about what else it might be.
Mom’s phone went off and vibrated the couch. The siren got louder. Before it sounded like a ghost far away and now it is close and loud sounds like reading at school and turning the page of a book when the bell rings.
Mom was up now and the floor creaked a little and she clicked her tongue and the dog shook their collar necklaces. I heard the white and brown spotted one skip in place and I knew it was her.
I pulled the blanket over me and it went heavy and the pillows were melting and at 3:44 I slept. I slept. through the storm and the wind and the rain. Thoughts and thinking about later news on the storm all about with tens of tornados in my state alone and one in my grandparents’ state and none in my friend’s. I dreamt of my friend and he was in a tornado and I could not save him because he was already in the air and the wind would not, it just would not pick me up.
My alarm woke me and it was still storming in the window behind the curtain. My mom came in. She said I don’t have school today. I went back to sleep.