Saturday, March 11, 2006

Terror at 2 1/2 feet...

It is shortly after 1 am, and I cannot rest until the adrenaline, or the "go-juice," if you will, stops coursing through me.

I was awakened a few minutes ago by one of the moronic neighbors peeling out down the street. (The house across the street is sort of the equivalent of a clown car -- people just keep spilling out of it...and none of them know how to drive normally!) I couldn't fall immediately back to sleep, so I decided to catch up on all the mindnumbing late night TV I regularly miss out on. Suddenly, I heard the dull thud of something approximately the weight of a five year old from the next room. My body seized up for a moment before the adrenaline made me fly out of bed in an impressive leap to run next door.

I would have gone tearing to his side regardless, but I fear him falling out of bed above most else.

When I was in high school, an acquaintance of mine died after falling out of bed in the middle of the night. His mother discovered him in the morning when she went in to wake him up. It was a freak accident but every once in a while it comes back to haunt me.

When I got into his room, I found The Kid in bed, appearing to be asleep. I stood in shock, staring at him for a moment as my brain reeled, searching desperately for the source of the sound.

"I fell out of bed," The Kid suddenly muttered.

I sat down at the edge of his bed and stroked his hair. He didn't open his eyes. I stared for a moment, hoping that his lack of eye-opening was merely a product of exhaustion. I realized I'd been holding my breath since I'd heard the thud, and I breathed at last.

"Does anything hurt?"

He shook his little head. "Good night, Mommy."

I clutched him to me for a moment, thanking every deity I could think of for his safety.

"Good night, my angel."

1 Comments:

At 3/12/2006 9:16 AM, Blogger Small Town Diva said...

I am so glad you are back 21! I love your writing and catching up on all the goings on. Weird that we have to read each other's blogs to find out how we're doing. Work really cuts into one's life doesn't it.

I want to hear ALL about Bassman!

 

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