Third Person Thursday: I Thought They MigratedHumor
They’d stayed up too late once again. Kelly fumbled with the alarm on her iPod; 5:30 a.m. or 5 a.m. She couldn’t decide and threw it on the bookshelf before crawling under the comforter. Tony clicked off the lights and snuggled in next to her. They chatted softly for a few minutes before both started drifting off to sleep. Suddenly, Kelly heard something. Her eyes snapped open and she elbowed Tony in the ribs.
“Did you toss the cat out or is he still in the house,” she asked while peering around the foot of the bed.
“I tossed him out, so unless he snuck in with you, he’s still outside,” Tony answered.
Kelly was still again and heard something that reminded her of the cat slinking through the house. But if it wasn’t him, what was it? A loud cling on the fan startled her.
“Tony did you hear that?!” she asked, pressing into him.
“Hear what?” The words barely escaped his lips before Kelly screamed and pulled the covers over her head.
“What, what?!” Tony, now fully awake, asked.
“It’s a bat! It flew right over my head,” the words rose from under the comforter. Kelly started inching towards the edge of the bed careful to keep all parts of her covered.
“What are you doing?” Tony asked as the lump of bedding that was once his sane wife started pushing him out of bed.
“Get the bat! I’m getting out of bed!” Kelly said, fear gripping at her heart, her palms sweaty as the clung desperately to the thin folds of fabric; her only protection from the dreaded flying rodent of the night.
“Stay here!” Tony ordered and Kelly compiled. She reasoned that if the bat attacked her through the comforter she would have grounds for divorce.
She listed as Tony clicked on the lights and opened his closet door where the badminton racquet they kept upstairs for just such emergencies was stored. Kelly prayed the kids would all stay asleep and that Tony could dispose of the bat quickly as it was already getting hard to breathe under the comforter. She heard him walk into the hallway. Silence. Then she heard him swinging wildly and the flutter of retreating wings. His footsteps moved into the girl’s room when suddenly there came a smack, thud and a soft plop. Kelly listened as Tony walked back into the hallway, down the steps and out the back door. Once she heard him come back upstairs, she felt it was finally safe to ask,
“Did you get it?”
She pulled back the comforter just far enough to take a deep breath of cool air and make room for her husband, the hero, the climb back into bed.
“You’re irrational. Where did you think you were going to go with the comforter on top of you?” he asked.
“I thought I’d crawl downstairs and lock myself in the bathroom.” It made perfect sense at the time, she reflected.
“How did you know it wouldn’t fly downstairs?”
“They never go in the bathroom!” Tony knew that, why was he giving her a hard time? She changed the subject. “Anyway, thank you for taking care of it.” She kissed him.
Within a few minutes, Tony was back to sleep. Kelly laid close to him, the comforter up to her chin, her eyes popping open with each noise. The wind had picked up outside and there were creaks coming from all over the house. Her heart was still racing, her hands still sweaty and white knuckled from gripping the comforter so tightly for so long. She was sure another bat was would swoop down over her at any minute.
She thought bats migrated in the fall towards warmer weather. Now she feared bats were hibernating in the house. It would be many nights before she would be able to go to sleep peacefully again.
This totally happened on Sunday night. Share your highlights, or in my case low lights, of the week in third person and leave a link to your post in the comments.
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