Only to wake again. Coughing from smoke I woke again and blinked away the smokey room. Only this time it was really on fire. I ever so slowly got up and walked into moms room and said mom my room is n fire. She threw back her blanket and as we all slept in our clothes she wandered ntomy room close behind me and the began Tobit the jeans that had been draped over the dresser against it trying to snuff out the embers that were dropping to the floor from the burning denim.when they were out we stared from the dresser to the oiled heater coils that were burning red onthe wall.the dresser had bubbled up wood that was charred on the side next to the heater . We opened the window and went back to our beds. I went to school the next,orning smelling like a camp fire. Those were my best jeans.