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Callie's POV:
One one-thousand, two one-thousand, three one-thousand.
KA-BOOM!
Doesn't make any sense. Why would the angels bowl so late at night? Don't they know that people are trying to sleep? Don't they care?
And why do they have to be so loud about it? If I made that much noise I'd get grounded for sure. Stupid. God should ground them. Or put them in time out. I got time out just for coloring on the wall. And it was pretty too.
More lightening. One one-thousand, two one-thousand…Wait, is it closer when I count more, or closer when I only get to…
BA-BOOM!
I. Can't. Sleep!
Ugh.
Scratch, scratch, scraaatch.
Oh no. He's back.
Scurry, scurry, scratch.
"Um, mister…thing? Could you please go away?" Last time when I asked nice, he left. I think. Maybe he just got real quiet. "Please."
Tap, tap, tap. Scraaaatch.
What's he doing under there? Wait, no, don't wanna know.
"Please leave me alone."
Now it's raining. It never rains. Not a lot. It's raining a lot.
Maybe he has to be here cause if he left he might get all wet. And maybe he can't hide under any of the other beds because there's strangers in them. Yeah, maybe. Or maybe he's scared of thunder.
Scurry, scurry.
Sometimes when he's real loud I can cover my head up with my blanket and then I can't hear him as good. But it's hot. If I get all the way under the covers I might die. So hot.
Scratch.
Maybe he's building something. I got a lot of stuff under there. I bet there's a lot he could build. Maybe he's making something really cool. Like a little house. Or a bed. Maybe he's making a bed under my bed so he can sleep. Cause I wouldn't want to sleep under there. Not comfy. But he can't sleep under there because if he did he'd be sleeping because it's nighttime and time to sleep. So if he doesn't sleep, he doesn't need a bed, right?
Maybe he doesn't wanna make a bed. Maybe he wants my bed. My bed's pretty comfy. Once Daddy even fell asleep when he was reading to me and he said it was because it was just the most comfiest bed and he couldn't help it. Maybe he heard him and now he wants my bed!
Tap, tap, bang! Scratch, scratch.
So far. The door's so, so far away. If I run…no, jump. No, I can't jump that far. I gotta run, all the way to Mommy and Daddy's room. Run. But quiet, real quiet. 'Cause maybe he won't hear me then. Yeah, okay. Okay.
Slow and quiet. One foot. Okay, and…he's touching me!
He's got me!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"