A Great Moment to Get Up
I think I was 10 or 11, and I was reorganizing my room, moving books and stuff around. I had been working on it all day and during the process I moved a book shelf on top of a dresser to give me more space and loaded it up with two encyclopedia sets and a bunch of other books.
I ended up moving my bed parallel to the dresser and passed out from working on my room all day.
I woke up a little while after four AM and was contemplating getting a glass of water and moving my bed, because it didn’t look safe under the bookshelf.
I finally got out of my bed and walked towards the door, maybe two or three steps and that’s when it happened. The 1994 Northridge earthquake hit. The bookshelf instantly fell on my bed where I had just been laying down. Story credit: Reddit / Jhs1981