When our first son was very young, perhaps not yet two, he and I were snuggled under the covers on a cold, snowy morning. Studly Doright had left for work, so little Doright and I were catching a few precious zzzz’s.
As we basked in that delicious laziness that comes with sleeping in, little Doright asked sleepily, “Mommy, who is that man?”
I said, “What man, sweetie?”
“That one, Mommy, in the curtains.”
I saw nothing, but my heartbeat sped up just the same. Who knows who or what little Doright saw.
On another occasion I awakened from a nightmare in which Studly was chasing little Doright and me with a knife. I’d just finished reading Stephen King’s The Shining, so that dream was something of a logical consequence. However, from his crib in the room next to ours I heard little Doright crying, “Daddy, don’t hurt us! Daddy stop!”
Whoa! That was a surreal moment! Written in response to The Daily Post’s Daily Prompt.