Startled awake by a rattling window, I open my eyes to see darkness. The bangs shatter out again and, this time, I hear deafening gun shots.
I vault out from the comforter, gracefully slamming my knee into the wall in the process. It must be, like, four am, I think, grabbing my knee with one hand and rubbing my eye with the other. Not cool, gun wielders.
Wait. Gun shots? In Tainan? At 4 am? Okay, the 4 am part makes sense. That’s when I see it: a flash explode into the dark night. Suddenly, I realize it wasn’t gun shots that woke me; it was fireworks!