The other night Thomas and I stayed up way too late watching movies. And by too late I mean 3 a.m. On a school night. We couldn’t help it, though. For some reason every time Forgetting Sarah Marshall is on we can’t stop watching it. It’s inexplicable.
When it was finally time to go to sleep we crashed hard. I fell into one of those sleeps where you can wake up and not know where you are or whether it is day time or night time. But, right before drifting off into the deepest of slumbers I managed to hear a noise. It unsettled me enough to rattle me a bit, but I managed to get to sleep regardless.
Now, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but my ears can hear everything at night. Every little noise freaks me out. This, in conjunction with hearing my husband recount in detail the plot of Paranormal Activity, has made me a bit paranoid about night time noises.
You see there is a reason I don’t watch too many movies about ghosts or demons. And that reason is called, “I’m a scaredy-cat who already half believes there are ghosts under my bed and don’t need any help in that department thankyouverymuch.”
I know I shouldn’t admit to this, but I let my imagination get the better of me and swear that I can “feel” things around me. I’m like the kid in The Sixth Sense. Only it’s all in my head. Which, I guess, is nothing like the kid in The Sixth Sense and more like some random crazy person who believes in things that aren’t real. But, let’s not split hairs about that part. The point is, my ears become super sensitive and I find myself lying awake in bed listening to what I’m sure are the sounds of a) Burglars b) Poltergeists or c) Burgling Poltergeists. True story.
Which is why when the other night at 3 a.m. the moment a single soft hand was placed on my back from someone standing beside my bed, I did what any rational grown-up would do. I screamed. And rolled over to see Kai standing there dressed in her white night gown with her face obscured by the crazy black ringlets that always frame her face when she first wakes up. Which made me scream again. Which actually made Thomas wake up suddenly and have the EXACT same reaction to seeing her. He screamed, too. (In the manliest way possible, of course.)
And I’m sure you can imagine how a child reacts to having both parents wake up and scream at their sight. She jumped. And cried. And cried. And cried.
Poor Kai. She was inconsolable for about 10 minues and I felt so bad that I let her sleep the rest of the night in our bed. I’m not sure who scared who more. Us or her. But I can guarantee you she’ll think twice before sneaking up on us at night in the future.
And I may start sleeping with one eye open for a little while.