A horror film marathon.
House decorated to suit the occasion.
After a long night, it was time to hit the bed.
Hours later, awaken by a jolt, I inspect my surroundings.
‘Why am I worrying myself over nothing?
Everything is in order, the kid is sleeping peacefully right next to me.’
At this point, I don’t know what is louder my racing heart or the ticking of the clock. And, I tell my racing heart, it’s all OK. As I ease myself to sleep, the kid turns around and gives me a quick smile, leaving me startled for a minute. I smile back at her, pat her on her back and think how adorable she is.
But the ticking of the clock gets louder now. I look up to it and see it is 3:03 in the morning. I stare at it for a while, waiting for the minute to change. It doesn’t, after what feels like forever, and suddenly I remember that I don’t have a kid.