It’s one thirty in the morning. A sound starts in the distance, barely audible. The sound is almost subliminal, but it grows. It grows at first gradually, but quickly acquires momentum as it approaches.
Boom! Boom! Ka boomboom! Kaboomboom! Louder and louder it comes, like an approaching stampede, like an apocalypse. BOOM BOOM KABOOM! It crescendos and throws me from sleep like an earthquake. BOOM BOOOM BOOOOOM!
Then it fades away at the same speed at which it arrived and passed. Boom boom. Kaboom boom. Kaboom.