When I was twelve, I was staying the night at my sister's house. I was sleeping on the floor in my niece's room. It was summer, and they didn't have air conditioning, so I'd ended up with a large, cheap fan on the floor behind my head. I woke up quite early in the morning to the smell of something burning in the air. I sat up, looked behind me and the fan was on fire just a few inches behind where I'd been sleeping. I went to get my sister but I didn't want to cause a panic. She still laughs about how I came into her room, speaking softly: "Donna, please wake up. There's nothing to worry about, but the house is on fire."
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