A Catalyst is Needed

Drawn curtians and the lights reach the furthest corner, like the foam from a fire extinguisher after it is discharged. The birds chirp outside but don't fly in, for fear of being caught in the fire that is still blazing from the night before. The fire extinguisher didn't work. It expired the day before. So, we left the apartment on fire and the dishes in the kitchen melted and the walls were warped from the heat. Or at least, they probably were before they were burnt. I think someone wanted to call the fire department - probably Bill - but, after telling him to relax, I told him that fires can't burn forever and that eventually it will stop. So long as there isn't a catalyst. Like wind. Then, fourteen hours after the fire started and Sarah got a heat rash from standing too close to fire, there was a tornado. It sucked because it started just right outside our window, or at least where our window used to be; it's hard to say anymore, since windows are clear and I didn't want to risk running over there and checking. (As bad luck would have it, I left my good shoes right below the window.) But anyway, there is a tornado now and all that wind is causing the fire to kick back up again and it is roaring now. The brightness hurts my eyes and I left my sunglasses right next to the window, so I have to have Bill look at it and describe it for me. He won't do it. He already tried and an ember flew up and landed in his eye. Why hasn't anyone called the fire department yet? Or, better yet, why can't I text the fire department? Or the tornado people? The tornado has mingled with our apartment fire now and I think the tornado is on fire, and well, that's just great. It's summer and really hot and I think the cold is the only thing that can quell this fire and that's not going to happen for several months. Maybe in four months this fire will die down. Our apartment shouldn't last longer than two months, even without the walls. We probably can't sleep here tonight. I think I'll crash at my buddy Zariem's house. His name is made-up and he's a DJ. Sarah will probably come too. That means Bill will have to stay and keep an eye on the fire. He's going to be bummed when I tell him, but he doesn't do anything on Friday nights anyway, so who cares.