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The Fear Of Mother
Something was shaking him.
He grunted and shifted but the shaking still continued. It was probably just an earthquake.
The shaking stopped.
With a satisfied sigh he turned on his side and quickly went back to sleep.
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Faint voices drifted to his ears slightly stiring him from his slumber.
"Is he still sleeping?" One asked.
"Yeah," another responded. He gave an agitated huff and buried his head deeper into his pillow.
"It's someone else's turn to try and wake him," someone else said. He groaned and threw the blankets over his head.
There was a pause and some shuffling. He sighed contently and started to drift back to sleep.
Then something was pounding. He vaguely registered that it sounded like rushing footsteps.
And then a familiar voice rang through the room.
"Your mother is coming!"
He shot up, shifted and promptly fell out of bed landing on his stomach on the floor with a hard 'thud'.
Silence.
Then laughter.
He turned his head and glared at the tall man watching him with a cheeky smirk then at the group of people doubled over in the doorway.
One man looked up and flashed a rather amused grin.
"Nice."