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Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Another Night...

With My Imagination
Something wakes me. I hear drumming. Is it the wind? We’ve had high winds lately. An intruder?  I hope not.
It’s 12:10 a.m. and if I were nine again, I’d climb under the covers,head and all, until the monsters went away, but I’m not nine again.
My school resource officer says my idea of using a 20 foot-shootin’ can of bug spray to stop an intruder might be a good idea if my aim is good and I hit the intruder in the eyes—with the spray or the can.
And then I remember I ran out of bug spray during the summer—while spraying wasp nests. My supply is nil. I'm on my own.
So, as I always do, I leap out of bed and race through my bedroom to flip on the light switch. I hurry down the hallway and flip on another light switch. I race through the darkened dining room because I believe in running head-on in to “drumming” monsters. I hit a wall—literally then turn on–you guessed it, the light switch. The dining room is lit. The kitchen is lit.  The living room was already lit with my heavy duty security nightlight. No need to go there.
Now, I race through another doorway for the last switch on my itinerary that will shed light on the family room. I still hear the drumming. But, it seems to be getting louder and reminds me of a steady heartbeat which makes my groggy mind think of Edgar Allan Poe and The Tell-TaleHeart.
By this time my adrenaline has diminished. I can’t make myself go to the last two rooms, the utility room or the upstairs bedroom to shed light on the (hopefully) light sensitive drummers. Instead, I opt to peek out the double doors and flip on (repeat with me) the light switch. Light switches have always helped me be braver.
Then, I recognize the drumming sound as rain that I hadn’t heard in months.
It was raining. I had heard the rain. I turned off all light switches and crawled back in bed wanting the rain drumming on the roof to lure me back to sleep.  
It’s 12:15 a.m. My eyes are wide open.
I love my imagination, but not at 12:15 a.m. Aren't you glad you're not me?
The End.

8 comments:

  1. I bet it scared you to death! I'm the same way...convinced there are intruders in the house, even at 2:00 in the afternoon when I've been home, awake, for hours! Too much imagination....

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  2. Maybe you should buy a spare light switch for personal security along with more bug spray. :)

    You make me laugh!
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

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  3. I love the sound of rain, though. It would have lulled me right back to sleep ...

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  4. Heeehehehe!!! I have an grand intimation too and I had all sorts of things runnin' through my brain but I gotta say...not one of 'em was rain!!! Funny....well, probably not at 12:15 a.m.

    It did make for a great post thought!

    God bless ya and have a fantastic day and a great night sleep...void of drummers! :o)

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  5. Hi Theresa .. all the wires aren't connected - that's the problem at 12.15 am? The little flabby grey thing flops around disjointed .. poor head going for a walk in the middle of the night - I'd revert to being a 9 year old again - head down, nose out, cuddled up, warm and dry .. worry in the morning!

    Sometimes it just does pelt it down doesn't it .. strange it just doesn't rain .. it mists, or pelts, or throws, or chucks ..

    We too are having stormy weather and lots of wind and rain .. but me I remember my 9 year old self ..

    Happy sleepings! and hope your equilibrium recovers before 2012 gets much older? .. cheers Hilary

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  6. The rain stutter mixed with your heart pounding must have been loud. It takes a while to calm down from all that noise!

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  7. Well, you definitely gave us a laugh for the day - think of it that way.

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  8. Imagination is my constant companion and, sometimes, my downfall.

    That foaming wasp spray is the cat's meow, it sticks, unlike the liquid...get a can for every room.

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