Pompeii- Stone from the heavens

It was still very early in the morning, I would have said about seven. I should have known what time it was, but my time-keeping glass shattered on the floor during the night. My servant Thernius reported to me that earth tremors caused it to happen. I saw no need to pursue the matter further, simply because I believed him: I was woken up a few times during the night by my bed shaking and dogs barking. I sent Thernius to go and find out the time by running down to Claudius’ house, hoping that his glass had not broken along with mine.
Although it was only early the sun had risen, yet still low above the horizon, I could feel the rays starting to warm up my back. I strolled over to the window, and surveyed the scenery. Vesuvius was still there as ever, towering above the skyline, a formidable beast, his presence always known. But the giant was sleeping peacefully; he had been since I moved to the picturesque Pompeii. I gazed out of the window, up the gentle slope. I had only been livi...