By now you may have figured out that Tuesdays and Thursdays are my days. As in no one is home but me. I have been trying to be productive on these days. I have written (the book is coming along great!), I have touched up essays and queries for publications, and I have cleaned my house top to bottom. (Okay, that whole cleaning the house part is a lie, but I was on such a roll there I wanted to believe it myself.)
Anyway, due to my ever-present friend Mr. Insomnia, I haven’t been feeling like my usually energetic self. So today I decided to allow myself the luxury of a nap. Ahhhh, the joys of having freedom to sleep during the day and not fear waking up to a destroyed house or my face colored with a rainbow of permanent markers. Although, I didn’t want to totally check out for the day, so I decided to just crash on the couch. I would be able to sleep, yet not get into such a deep sleep that it was hard to get moving again. I was just after a refreshing catnap.
Excited at the prospect of uninterrupted sleep, I muted the ringer on the phone. I turned off all of the lights and television. Happily, I grabbed my favorite cozy blanket, my heavenly down-filled pillow and stretched out on the inviting couch. It wasn’t long before Mr. Sandman had me deep into my nap. I am talking about thoroughly enjoying the deepest kind of slobber-sleep one can enjoy during the day. Out cold. Dead to the world. (Getting the picture of how wonderfully and blissfully asleep I was?)
Only to be awakened by the most terrifying, blood curdling, heart stopping, fear induced scream I had ever heard! (This is not how I enjoy being awakened AT ALL!)
I want to tell you that I immediately jumped up off of the couch, flew into a fierce martial arts stance and was ready to face my attacker head on. I’d love to tell you how brave I was in the face of some unknown and terrifying danger. I’d like to. I can’t.
The truth of the matter is that I dove under my blanket like the chickenshit I am. I was shaking so much it probably looked as if I were having a seizure. Frantic thoughts began to race through my mind.
“Who is in my house and why are they screaming?” Oh holy hell in a hand-basket, they wanted me to be fully aware of what was happening to me before they inflict inhumane torturing on me! Oh for the love of all that is not going to kill me, why? Wait. “That makes no sense”, I thought to myself.
Perhaps a friend of mine thought it would be funny to scare the ever-living daylights out of me. I pondered. “Nah. No one I know is that mean.”
A million other possibilities raced through my head as I began to wonder if I ever told Clint where my will was and how exactly I wanted the children to be raised if I was ever brutally attacked by a screamer in my home. It began to dawn on me that before I fell asleep, I had set the security alarm. How did someone get in? Ohhhh, they are good. (Rational thought? Nah.)
Gradually I became a bit braver. First I peeked one eye out from under the blanket. I saw nothing. Then the other eye peeked. Finally, I went all out and uncovered my entire head. I saw nothing. I knew they must have been taunting me. Ever so slowly, I crawled off of the couch and crept around the corner to make sure no one was hiding in the kitchen with my set of cheap steak knives. (Cheap steak knives that better never go in the dishwasher or else–or so I am told.) No one there.
As I began to rub the sleep from my eyes, more rational thought began to slowly emerge.
What was the last thing I was doing before I fell asleep. Well, reading blogs of course! Hmmm, okay. What was my last thought before going to sleep? I have no idea. What was I dreaming about while I was dead to the world slobber-sleeping? Oohhhhhhh!
That terrifying, blood curdling, heart stopping, fear induced scream that awakened me and just about made me soil my pants while having a heart attack all at the same time…remember that scream? Yes, it was my very own scream. I screamed so loud and in such a terrifying way that I managed to awaken myself in such a horrific manner that I was ready to take on the armed intruder that I was sure was about to take my very life right there in the middle of the day, on my couch while I slobber-slept.
Apparently, not only am I not safe from Killer Curtains From Hell, I am also not safe from…well, myself. Hold me.