<p>I really don’t know how else to put the sensation of someone’s reality not meshing with yours. The closest I can come is the feeling of shock and betrayal that I felt the first (and only) time I experienced an earthquake.</p>
<p>I trust that some parts of the world around me are static, inert. Or that they move so slowly as to be indistinguishable from such. That’s balanced by just how much everything else moves.</p>
<p>This static thing suddenly became something else. A gentle side-to-side motion became a more rapid wobble, lasting perhaps ten to fifteen seconds before fading quickly to stillness once more. In that time, I’d leaped from bed and dashed into the hallway, confused. I was just in the process of calling the dogs when it stopped.</p>
<p>JD simply mumbled “Earthy-quake?” and fell back asleep.</p>
