Huh – I wake up with a start. What is that noise ?
I elbow himself, protector of hearth and home, in the ribs.
Go and see what that noise is.
Huh, he says. You woke me up for that? If you’re so keen to know what it is, go and have a look yourself, he said, as he rolled over on his side.
Sleep having now permanently fled, I lay awake listening…. Shall I ? Shan’t I ? Go and look.
What if it’s a murderer on the loose? An escaped prisoner or a rapist? Or a pervert ?
Cold sweat breaks out as I hold my breath waiting, muscles tense, heart racing, ready to fling myself out of bed with a murderous scream loud enough to wake the dead, himself included. Damn the man. He deserves to be woken up with thumping heart. And whoever it is that is lurking will be scared to death.
Eventually I fall asleep from sheer exhaustion, having heard no more crashing, banging, or things going bump in the night.
In the cold light of day I step outside. Have a look. The door to the garden shed is unlatched and swinging in the breeze.
© Raili Tanska
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