Of course, he had awoken before at a whole range of ages, three for example, eight and a half, and everything in between. There was nothing unusual about awakening, apart from the violent shaking. The bed was shaking. Violently. Like an airplane in turbulence. The whole room. Rippling and shuddering.
“Aaaaagh,” said Frederik, to see if he could, to make sure this wasn’t one of those dreams where he thought he was awake but really wasn’t. But sure enough the sound came out in a warble.
There had to be a sensible explanation and his next thought was an earthquake. But no earthquake had been recorded on Frederik’s Hill in the history of science, and Frederik knew his science, studied it diligently.
“It isn’t an earthquake,” he said, clinging grimly to all he knew. “It can’t possibly be.”
But even so, after eleven years of perfectly predictable nighttimes, Frederik had been shaken shockingly awake.