Nothing good happens at 2 a.m. in my household. By this time in the night/morning, everyone – whether you walk on two legs or four – should be snoozing peacefully.
My husband and I have bypassed the time in our lives to close out the bar scene. Our children are of the age that if they get sick in the night, they no longer cry at the shock of being sick, they just find a different bed to crawl in to finish out their night. (I am not sure which is worse – cleaning up a sick child and bed in the middle of the night, or waking up to find your sick covered child in bed with you.) The most excitement we get at 2 a.m. is if there happens to be a cat argument between our youngest and our oldest feline, and those don’t happen too often.
This leads me to today’s flash fiction. I know it has been a while since I have written one of these, and it is about time I get back into the habit of doing so. My writing muscle would greatly appreciate it.
January 21, 2015 prompt from over at the Carrot Ranch Communications: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a 2 a.m. story. Crazy things can happen after the bars close down, even if you never go to the bar! You might, drown in a pile of snow or wake up to find a black bear in your kitchen. Well, those are northern Idaho 2 a.m. stories. What’s yours?
The fur lined blanket pressed against my face, blocking air flow. My mouth opened to scream but it felt as if it were filled with cotton balls. I was gouged in the eye by a small clumsy moving object only to have my nose flattened once again.
The sadistic bastard was going to kill me while my husband was snoring beside me, ignoring the battle of my demise.
There was a reprieve of pressure and I gasped for air, finally knocking the fat cat free from its resting spot. The clock read 2a.m., tomorrow night I was sleeping alone.
How’d I do? Do you have any crazy 2 a.m. stories to share?
P.S. I really do have two cats who like to fight over the coveted spot of sleeping on my face at night. I wonder some times if it is because they love me, or if they are really trying to kill me because I put them on a diet last month.