Gone Without Luck. Content Warning.
When I wake up, the cold is extreme. The roaring thunder shook the house with its fiery. I traced the bed for Lucky meeting the bitter night air. The thunder must have awakened us. I rubbed my eyes as they slowly adjusted. I glanced over the sides of the bed to find a pit of darkness. Strange. Resting my head back on the pillow, I called for Lucky to join me again. I hear nothing but silence. He must be sleeping on the couch. I called again, listening for the pitter-patter of his paws. No answer. Leaning towards my bedside table, I began searching for my phone. I felt again pricking my index finger on each of the corners. Since he isn't coming to me, I'll go to him. Annoyed at everything occurring, I exited my bed. The wooden flooring sent a shiver down my spine. I shuffled towards the light switch realizing the power was out.
