When the Husband's away, the monsters will play

Little girl speak:
Monsters tried to eat me last night.
It was a close call.
Ripley, my dog, growled and scared them away though.

Reality:
My husband is out of town. I was sleeping soundly until Ripley started growling when she heard a nondescript noise, and suddenly it felt like I was 6 yrs old again and monsters were trying to get me.

But when you are an adult woman the monsters are burglers instead of green goblins.
I actually panicked and froze on the bed for several minutes deciding whether or not to attempt to get out of bed and turn on the light. (The Ostrich Effect- thinking they can't get you unless they can see you.) I did the whole jump directly from the bed move to switch on the light. But the only thing waiting for me was Ripley, the little turkey, looking at me from the doorway with the head tilt like I've gone crazy. *sigh*

I used to sleep better alone!
Damn 7 years of marriage!

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