It was a dark and stormy night………
The bedroom window was open wide. The curtains swayed, just like you see in the movies.
The ceiling fan allowed a perfect cool breeze to fall across my exposed arm and the side of my face.
The deep, rolling sound of an approaching storm worked to lull me to sleep.
The quick, steady pace of my mind, began to slow and fall into a soothing rhythmic dream.
My ideal night for sleeping.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. My heavy eyelids opened to see the silhouette of a nine-year-old boy.
I lifted the covers and in he slid.
He moved closer to me, invading my side of the bed.
The rolling thunder peaked his nerves and his body was warm.
I fumbled for the fan remote and turned the speed up a notch.
The air through the open window, the hum of the blades, the sound of the rain hitting the leaves, mellowed us both and again I felt the beginning stages of dreamland.
The sound of a gallop, as the dog lurched herself onto my bed, stirred me.
She found a perfect spot for herself. On my side of the bed.
The one time crackle of lightning, the rumbling right overhead, the increasing intensity of the rain, frightened her.
Her body trembled. She inched closer. Her breath was hot. Her body was warm.
My sheets tangled. The back of my neck began to get sticky. I couldn’t move.
A small relief was felt when I hung my leg off the edge of the bed. A momentary fresh swoop of cool air on my skin.
Another crack of lightning. Two bodies jolt and both tuck tighter into me.
I’ll be tired and crabby in the morning………….
It was a dark and stormy night.
It was a dark and stormy night…….. was this week’s writing prompt at .