She laid her head down.  She could hear the vibration of her heartbeat through the pillow, its sound constant and with a rhythm.  She heard someone walking on the front porch at the same rate as the beats in her chest.  “No one should be here!”  She yelled to herself.  Crash!!  Boom!!  That must have been the front door being taken off the hinges then landing and sliding across the front room hardwood floor.  She jumped from bed, grabbed the cordless phone, and ran into the bath room.  Glass broke, furniture thrown against walls.  The phone didn’t turn on, but she kept it near anyway.  The sounds of a bedroom door down the hall ripped from its place.  She ran into the closet.  Still the phone is silent.  Glass and furniture throughout her house broke at an alarming rate.  She pulled a string to release the attic staircase, it swung out to a crashing halt.  Her bedroom door flew off the hinges.  She rushed on each step, missing a few to make it to the top.  She crawled along the plywood laid for a storage area, when on one side of the frame the roof flew off then into the yard.  Rain pelted her.  A tornado in this wet evening spiraled above her.
            “Are you in here?"
She knows that’s her neighbor yelling for her.
            “I’m up here!”
            The tornado pulled her arm-wrapped-grip on a truss to way high above.  She splashed into her back yard pool and then ripping her out of it sending her spiraling toward the barn slamming on tin roof, crashing through to land on a pile of hay.  Shortly, she woke to climb atop her horse.  She rides to her house to find her friend is frightened for her safety.