Earth shaking morning

At 6.20 this morning I couldn't decide weather the dryer had gone mental or if the timber trailers finally made it thru the walls.
Switching off the dryer I realised the noise came from the outside or from the house, from the basement. I have no idea where the cats were. I heard the boyfriend getting up (more like storming up) and coming (rushing) down saying it's an earthquake. No idea how he'd knew that. But of course I knew he was right. I stood there, in the kitchen, one hand on the glas cabinette and the other in the air, like trying to stop whatever was coming. It was over as soon as it started, but it felt like several minutes.

So, this is what it would be like to live in California?
I don't think I could ever get used to that.