I didn’t need to sleep for this nightmare to play out in my head.  Every midnight trip to the bathroom provided for the same suspense.  Looking out that bathroom window I would always wait for it, I was always waiting for something to break that silence. 
I’ll never forget that feeling the first time I heard the sound.  A sound powerful enough to translate still water into a miniature wave pool.  With each pulse the sound became louder and deeper, each step sent P-waves reverberating through the car turning the small wave pool into a squall.  Then as quickly as the sound arrived it ended and there was nothing, no sound, no vibrations, nothing.  Nothing except for the eye; the eye of the scariest dinosaur in every child’s nightmares, Tyrannosaurus rex. 

            That scene in Jurassic Park internalized every fear I have of the night.  Silence is always waiting for sound; darkness is always waiting for light.   When I would take those midnight trips to the bathroom I was always waiting to see the reverberations of sound transmit through the porcelain and to look out that window into the nothing and see the eye.   Night had never made me feel comfortable before but after JP the fear had a face.  The funny thing is that even now when I go home I still get the same feelings.  Maybe I go to bed a little easier but I’ll always look out that window into the night waiting for something.