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Anguish in the Night
the night, I heard their screams of pain. I tossed, I turned, I put the pillow over my head. Nothing helped. Those poor creatures,
locked away, pleading desperately to be released.
me, my husband snored loudly, oblivious. How like a man! I gnashed my teeth, clenched my fists and desperately fought with
the desire to fling myself from my bed.
went on, calling to me with pitiful, heart-wrenching cries.
the blankets over my head, clutched the pillow tightly around my ears and sought slumber.
air became too stale to breathe, I flung the covers back and gasped for breath.
with relief and settled down, closed my eyes and began to drift away.
started again, scant seconds later. Wails of anguish that sent chills down my spine and wrenched my eyes open.
I had had
the blankets off, flung myself from my bed and stubbed my toe against the nightstand. A loud crash echoed through the room,
causing my husband to mumble something untranslatable and turn over. I squashed the desire to strangle him, and then dropped
down on the edge of the bed, rubbing my toe and cursing silently.
went on, rising in pitch for a moment then falling to a low rumbling that twisted my stomach into a knot.
at the nightstand, snarled at my husband and stood.
was dark, the barest hint of moonlight shining through a slit in the blinds, and I was forced to grope across it toward the
door. I stepped too hard on the throw-rug, it slid out from under my feet and, arms flailing, I made an undignified landing
on my rump.
snoring didn’t even change tempo.
to my feet, snatched the rug from the floor and tossed it away. I should have replaced it when the backing first started to
peel off. Tomorrow, I promised myself. Tomorrow I would go get a new rug.
my way carefully across the rest of the room, striving to avoid any further accidentally collisions, and ran my hand over
the wall. The doorframe eluded my searching fingers for several seconds. Long enough for the wailing coming from several rooms
away to set my teeth on edge and tighten my stomach. I found the doorknob and turned it, eased the door open and slipped into
descended again, and smothered me in a blanket of darkness.
over my shoulder at the bed I’d so recently vacated and stood listening, heart pounding.
My husband snored on, wrapped in a world of oblivion. For once I was grateful.
the door gently, turned to face the hall and felt my way down the wall. The open doorway at the end signaled the entrance
to the living room and I stepped inside.
through the blinds from the street lamp and scattered patterns across the parquet floor. I smiled, and then padded across
it toward the kitchen.
almost a minute to traverse the maze of toys and paraphernalia my youngest had left scattered about, but finally I stood in
the kitchen doorway, heart pounding, and listened once again for sounds from my bedroom.
cacophony of noise erupted from a neighbor’s cat just outside my window and I jumped.
sounds of snoring from my bedroom remained faint and I smiled. I then reached for a box on the counter from which the cries
for rescue were issuing.
never, I decided as I lifted the lid on the box and popped one of the chocolates into my mouth, have agreed to let my husband
help me stick to my diet.
Crystalwizard is both a graphic artist
and a writer, who spends far too much of her time playing servant to 3 adorable cats.
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