It was hot. Dang hot. So hot you could hardly breathe. I threw the covers off and looked at the clock...4 a.m. I got up and walked over to the sliding glass door of my bedroom and reached through the blinds to unlock it. As the 'louder than expected' click echoed through the room, the blinds simultaneously clanked into one another and I realized my mistake. It was like slow motion as my head turned toward the bed to see Kelly, flinging bed sheets and pillows and going from a prone position to a standing posistion all in one move. His fists were clenched and he was furious. He looked like a giant, white hulk, ready for battle as he roared, "WHO-ARE-YOU-AND-WHAT-ARE-YOU-DOING-HERE?!"
"STOP! STOP! IT'S ME, IT'S ME!" I screamed, as I threw one arm up defensively and pressed my body to the glass. It may seem hard to believe, but my sudden crouching position was both defensive and offensive. I was prepared to pounce if he came any closer... and I had a target in mind.
He stood there for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, the only sound was our mutual heavy breathing and the blinds bouncing off eachother.
"What are you doing? Why were you outside?" He demanded.
"Holy crap! I was just opening the door, it's hot in here!" I demanded right back.
Silence. Blinds.
"I'm sorry...I was just protecting us..." he said, and tentatively reached out to touch my arm.
"It's fine...I'm going back to bed..." and I did.
But then I had to get back up because now I had a scratchy sore spot in my throat from screaming and I needed a drink and a cough drop...and to go explain to Savannah what Daddy and I were talking about. But I feel safe knowing he's there...mostly! Love you honey <3
1 comment:
Ha! Ha! I can hear that guttural scream as I type. You and I have the same one-puny-arm defense strategy. I'm sure that if a bad guy came after us that little twig would stop him from attacking! You made me laugh so hard!
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