A cool, almost chilly, breeze came in through our window, giving me another reason to want to stay in bed all day long. The first reason being our super comfortable Star Wars bed sheets.*
Five more minutes and then I’ll get up.
Okay, maybe fifteen.
I shuffle down the hallway and see my older daughter working on a project at the dining table. She doesn’t want breakfast yet, just a snack.
Open the fridge, grab her some food and pour her a glass of water.
Huh. That’s the sound my phone makes when there’s a flash flood warning. I check the screen and a wave of terror washes over me.
This is what I saw: Emergency alert: Extreme. BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS IS NOT A DRILL.
WHAT DO I DO?!
I grab my phone, check Twitter for updates, and wait in the living room for my husband and younger daughter, who had just finished washing our car, to get back to our apartment.
“Did you see it?”, I asked my husband.
“Yeah,” he replied.
I usher the kids and our dog to the bathroom while he gathers water, our emergency supplies, pillows, and more.
My heart races.
I scroll Twitter again.
I don’t know how long we sit for.
My dad calls to check in and make sure we’re somewhere safe.
We sit some more.
I check my phone. Emergency alert: Extreme. There is no missile threat or danger to the State of Hawaii. Repeat. False Alarm.
As the rest of my family transitions from the bathroom to the living room, I just remain sitting. I can’t move. When my husband asks if I’m okay, I break down in tears.
He pulls me close and hugs me.
I don’t want him to let go.
Photo by Marcus Hoapili
*Adults, we are.