Night Fright

I awaken with a start, sitting straight up with a speed unusual for me in the morning. My clothes stick to me in awkward angles, my entire body drenched in sweat. I stare for but a moment into the darkness before attempting to turn on the light, to no avail. I reach then for my phone, which lit for a second before dying. I slam it onto my bedside table before stretching and carefully making my way to the window, hands in fists in case of an intruder. I open the curtain cautiously, allowing a sliver of moonlight in, and follow the dimly lit path to the hallway.

I quickly check on the twins, checking each light along the way, before checking my aunt’s room. Its pretty obvious this is just a power outage, and that no one else awoke to it, but the hairs on my neck continue to stand, and my heart refuses to stop testing the limits of its cage. Pretty soon I find myself locking all the windows, before sitting at the top of the steps with one of the twin’s baseball bats gripped in my fingers.

I wake to the twins tickling me and pulling my hair with giggles of evil hooligans. I groan, and sit up, pulling them close before rubbing my eyes and preparing for the day, thankfully the power’s back.

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Alphabet Soup

“Do you want anything to eat Alex?” I call, making my way to the kitchen. I finally have the house to myself, with the twins at a friends house and my aunt working an extra shift.

“What do you have?” Alex inquires from the living room. I search the cupboards quickly, and am dismayed to realize we have jack shit for food. I mean sure, I can get a few dinners from the supply, but not much for snacking. A nervous laugh escapes as I decide on two choices.

“There’s Alphabet soup and Animal Crackers, your choice.” I reply, blushing.

Alex soon pops her head in the doorway, a wide grin across her pretty face. “You have Alphabet soup?” She asks, her eyebrow raised. I nod, and she erupts in a fit of laughter, a different sight than what I get to see of her at school. Even though I know she’s laughing at me, I am still happy to see her laughing at all.

Smiling, I hold up the can of soup, “Do you want some or not?” I ask. She nods, still laughing her perfect ass off. I grab a pot and a can opener, and pretty soon we’re sitting at the table playing with our soup. I make fun words, or make up words, but Alex just keeps trying to organize them, making a soupy mismatch alphabet.