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It started about when I was two. I still had brown hair then, which should give you a hint as to how long ago this really was. What looked like a big black, purple, and blue blob with angry red eyes was sitting at the foot of my bed when I woke up. Being two, I wasn’t exactly the most articulate being on the planet. So, I took a deep breath, threw back my head, and screamed at the top of my lungs. Of course, my dad came skidding into my room. My mom worked at night, so my dad mostly took care of me. Still does, actually. Anyway, he came in and started looking around wildly. Even though I was two and two-year-olds weren’t exactly quiet, he looked like he was expecting an axe-murderer or something. Like we get those around our tiny town a lot. I yanked the sheets up to my chin and pointed a shaking finger at the end of my bed.
“Mosser!” I squeaked. My dad looked from me to the end of my bed, then relaxed.
“There’s nothing there, sweetheart.” He assured me, in that voice that showed he clearly wasn’t taking me seriously.
I frowned. Was he blind? “Bu’ iss righ’ THERE!” My dad shook his head and smiled.
“It’s just your imagination, ‘Minta. Now, c’mon, why don’t you get up and we’ll get some breakfast?” He suggested.
I frowned but nodded. He left and I slid off my bed. Instead of following him, though, I headed oh-so-cautiously to the end of my bed. Meaning I marched down there with as much purpose as my two-year-old self had. Bracing my fists on my hips, I scowled at the blob, who in turn glared at me. “Wha’d’yu wan’?” I wasn’t sure if it would respond to a question, or if it even understood me, but what the hey. And actually, it did respond. Only in some weird language that sounded like a series of growls and clicks and whistles. Oddly enough, I could understand it perfectly. “Send me baaaack.” He growled. Or maybe it was a she. I couldn’t tell. The fact that he could talk, and I could understand him, completely confused me and scared me. I screamed again and fled downstairs to my now-bewildered father.
Faith-Hoping-Love · Wed Oct 10, 2007 @ 02:18am · 0 Comments |
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