Did the earth move for you too?

I realised last night that I really miss having a man. I miss someone being there and cuddling me when I am scared, too scared to sleep, someone just to tell me everything will be ok. Although thinking about it, I only remember my soon-to-be-ex-husband, Dale, doing this only once in the two years we were together. I know, I don’t know why I stayed so long either, I should never have even married him with my doubts about him as a person and especially with the concern my friends all showed to me. I am sorry I never listened to you guys.
I am sure you are all wondering what got me all worked up into a complete state of fear last night… Well…. Last night at nearly ten past one in the morning both mum and I were still awake, I was reading through different blogs in bed and mum was happily reading her book in her bed. Suddenly I heard my wardrobe moving and then saw the mirror wobbling about on my shelf. I hasten to add that the floors in our house aren’t that great, normally if mum is moving about in her room, my wardrobe will start to wobble and creak. So I simply thought that she was moving to start with, then the whole room was wobbling as if on a giant wave. My mirror on the shelf is an old fashioned antique, typical brass frame stood up on one point on the stand which began to wobble, only slightly at fist but then so much that it moved over an inch along the shelf (I could tell by the dust marks, I know, I really should clean that shelf!).
Before everything stopped moving I shouted out to mum “What the hell was that?” I had a terrifying image of my mum on her bedroom floor having an epileptic fit. But after a very long 3 seconds, she responded, “I don’t know, you felt it as well then? It could be the wall at the back of the house, it looks like someone has been having a go at it”. The garden wall she was referring to was in a major state of disrepair and looked as if it could easily be pushed over.
“Actually, it couldn’t have been that, we’d have heard it rather than felt it as it’s no longer attached to the house. But I heard all of the brick work cracking and creaking.” She continued as she emerged around my door. The shaking had now stopped after about 6 seconds which felt like 6 minutes!
Mum proceeded to put on her dressing gown and I hobbled over to the door way to join her in the safety of the door frame clutching onto my phone just in case the house did decide to collapse (crazy I know!). We went downstairs, mum armed with her torch and me with my phone and a crutch (walking stick! Not crotch!).
We checked out of the window as mum put her shoes on and couldn’t see anything, so mum ventured out the back door. She went all around the outside of the building inspecting every brick with her torch, seeing no damage. We went back upstairs to our separate rooms “If any walls are to collapse, it will be this one” mum said referring to the wall her bed backs onto.
At this point I just presumed it was an earthquake, “Christ, I dread to think what it must be like in a proper earthquake, if this is what we are like in such a small event!”
We found out this morning that it was indeed an earthquake. 5.2 on the Richter scale the biggest quake felt in the UK since 1984. The epicentre was in Lincoln, a massive 242 miles away from me in the South West.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t scared, I don’t know if it was fear of the house collapsing or the fear of the unknown, but either way I wish I had some strong arms embracing me last night and a voice saying “it will all be fine.”