Eve-ntually...

There was a big storm this morning. A door slammed and I woke up, startled. For a moment there, and although not totally awake yet, I was convinced that a new bomb detonated in the neighborhood. The truth is I felt on the verge of hysterical crying, for I just couldn’t take another bombing in the country! (Between you and me, I’ve recently decided that Lebanese people are a lost case khalas & I don’t feel at home here ba2a). A little by little, the details of last night’s dream started to come back to me. There was indeed another bombing in my head, and in my dream, last night, I did weep hysterically.