story via the phone.

my cousins had to be locked up in the closet before the hurricane hit. it was some weird safety measure my aunt and her husband deviced. but it was wise i reckon... in retrospect.

my baby cousin got pissed that he had to have endless numbers and his long long ( yes very long) name written on his arms in perma ink. he was upset to have to stay inside the closet despite the numerous food and drinks and torchlights ( that he absolutely loves playing with, Trust me). he sensed something was wrong, put up a little fit of a fight in hope to stay out of the closet.

eventually, he managed to keep his bum where it was supposed to be- inside the closet. with specific instructions should their parents not be around, who to follow should help come and how to identify the people they could trust. tags, uniforms, badges. whatever. i'm not sure either.

the doors were shut. and my cousins were thrown into darkness.

i don't exactly know what happened in the thought processes of my baby cousin, but that kid decided to have a fun time and treat the experience of being in the closet with sleeping bags and torchlights and food just like any other camping trip. he started playing with the torchlight, and making out imaginery bugs and what-nots.

ah, i wished i could be a kid once again. and people would laugh at my antics. that i could do certain things completely irrelevant and inconsistent with the mood of the time. and still get away with it... unscathed.

however, i truly wonder what would've happened if he ran out of batteries? ( he's really afraid of the dark.)