I laid there, listening as the thunder rolled by, followed by scratching on the door and a low whimpering. If I lay there and ignore her maybe she'll go away.
I pretended not to hear her cry for help as each passing minute grew longer and my guilt grew stronger until the storm grew quieter and the begging slowed to quiet snores.
Kinda looks like a movie poster doesnt it? This was inspired by a thunderstorm that passed over my house the other night as I remembered that Chaussy has astraphobia