What a fun little wakeup call that was!
Actually, Ana and I had just woken up a couple minutes before it started. Ana want to see why David was crying, and that’s when things started to shake a little bit. I didn’t think it was a tornado, but rather just some very strong winds that aren’t all too uncommon here. Then it just kept getting stronger and stronger, to the point that the bed was shaking in a really freaky poltergeist sorta way.
If you tell someone in Illinois that there’s a tornado, instinct just kicks in and they’ll head to a center room or basement without hesitation. Not so with an earthquake – the confusion of having just woken up, and my house sounding like it was shaking apart made me stop and concentrate a little on what exactly you’re supposed to do in one of these things. I know it sounds a little silly, but I just wanted to get the heck out of there at that point because it was just getting worse and worse.
As it peaked we found ourselves standing beneath a bathroom doorframe, just kinda dazed at the really weird feeling of shifting back and forth. Thanks grade-school earthquake preparation training!