She for one did
Two little words..
“ It’s bed time”
left her bones chilling, legs wobbling like a burning flame on a candle wick.
But that fear was only hers to keep. She was barely 3.7 ft but every night she would prepare for a battle, a battle she was well equipped for. Jade stones? Checked an earplug? checked, flashlight? Checked. The countdown would start as soon as the door squeak shut.
Tall closets stretched to white ceilings, a lonely bed laid in the dark room. Was it strange? That sounds seemed amplified in the dark? A ticking of a wall clock, tick tock. Drips of the bathroom sink. Drip drop.
And the little squeak when the clock strikes midnight. A dim of light came from the door hinges, she hid under her blankets, ear plugs in place, and watched a silhouette of tall figures as they tiptoed on the floor. She’d place the Jade stone upon her heart, and repeat “nothing will harm, nothing will harm” in hopes that it’ll begin to decelerate
She watched as drawers, closet doors, opened one by one.
Anger crept in place,
NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH HER STUFF.
Not even they!
But, Fear. Gripped her throat too tightly for vocal cords to vibrate, for legs to move from place. Perhaps her brain reached the maximum capacity of fear, did it shut to maintain functions? As the next day she’d wake up, never remembering how or when she fell asleep.
She’d walk around the room slowly, looking for any finger prints. Everything was perfectly positioned, not even a trace.
She’d take her valued possessions and hide them at random places in the house. The cabinet under the kitchen sink, her father’s coat pockets, underneath mattresses, couches, and rugs. Her mother would yell every time a cleaning round happened. “ Are you playing treasure hunt with someone ?! “ but she was rather the haunted and no treasures for her to win.
In mornings and afternoons she ran after dandelion seeds, hopped on one leg and skipped a rock or two, she played as hard as she could, “ Sleep might come before they do, if I’m tired enough “ she thought.