A note about earthquakes

Did the earth move? it’s difficult to say. Something shook, but maybe I’d been dreaming of plate tectonics. I don’t know. I know that I was asleep and then I was awake and I had the feeling that the building had creaked and the floor had shaken, and maybe this was my first Japanese earthquake. I’ve only lived through one earthquake and that was in Cardiff and to be honest that just felt like an elephant had fallen over upstairs, so, I am not entirely sure what an earthquake feels like. And even now I wasn’t, after all this is a Leopalace, the walls are paper thin and the foundations are as shallow as a Merthyr grave. Maybe the man in the next-door flat had broken wind and the gust had shaken the walls. Maybe the upstairs woman had fallen out of her futon with a bumpity bump, bump, bump, bump and the vibrations had caused a localised quake.  Maybe a car had driven past outside and the turbulence had rocked the building. Or maybe, just maybe, it was an earthquake.

P.S. It was an earthquake, people spoke about it in the office later. 

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