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My first hours were uneventful, in fact, I slept. After a trip to the bathroom at 9:30, I went to my bed for some shut-eye until noon. By then the wind became so powerful my ears wouldn't stop popping. I sat up and checked on Nala, my kitty storm buddy who was under the bed, asleep. At least I knew she wasn’t worried yet.
Then the wind blew my window curtain clean off. Now the only thing between my living room and Hurricane Irma was some wood slats and a mesh screen. Neither was doing much to stop the water. A few efforts to mount a blanket on the window, but I knew it was pointless. I was again powerless to Irma, and watched rain spray into my living room.
The storm was now approaching its worst, and needing to distract myself from my flooding living room, I went to check on Nala, who by now was squarely in the back corner under my bed. Awake, but at least content where she was. All was fine.
I felt a drop on my head.
This was the most dreadful of drops, as it came from my room ceiling, the innermost, and what I thought was the safest part of my concrete fortress. To my dismay drops had begun forming on the outer edges of my closet, with more forming all over the closet ceiling. The apartment above mine must have flooded, and by proxy my closet was now flooding.