When I was a baby, I fell off my parents' double-decked bed. According to them, I didn't cry out or make a single sound. I just laid there on my back with a shocked expression on my face, waiting to be rescued.
When I grew a little older and my parents got their divorce, my mum and I shifted into my maternal grandma's place and shared a room. She would wake up really early in the mornings and be off to work, leaving me confused and bewildered whenever I woke up to an empty house. I would repeatedly request that she bids me goodbye before leaving, but apparently I sleep like a log and am impossible to wake.
This went on all the way till we shifted out of that room and into our own home. For the first time in my 11 years of life, I was to sleep alone in a room. I kept putting off unpacking in hopes that my mother would relent, but apparently my lack of independence is unhealthy.
To date, there is nothing that scares me more than having to sleep alone in a dark room by myself. This, of course, could be easily solved with a night light, except that lights distract me and keep me awake. I learned how to stay up all night, waiting for the gentle rays of the morning sun seeping in through the curtains to lull me to sleep. This would probably explain why I was hardly ever awake or even present in school.
I think the truly scary thing about being the only person left alive during a zombie apocalypse isn't the zombies. It's having to go to bed every night alone, and wake up alone, and know that you're going to be alone for the rest of your life. There's no one to hug and rock you to sleep, no one to rest a hand on your chest to calm your furiously beating heart. You're alone, indefinitely.
I'm not afraid of spiders or lizards or armies of fire ants crawling around in my underwear. Loneliness is my Achilles' heel.
2 comments:
that day u rolled off the bed, was the day pebble was knocked down by a car :(
are you sure about the lizards.hahahah.
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