Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.
Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.
Donny is asleep in bed, tucked in nice and neat. A few stuffed toys are laying on top of the blanket draped across the bottom of the bed. The room is dark and quiet, you can hear the gentle breathing of the 4 year old.
A few seconds pass. Off in the distance a train whistle goes off. The wind outside has picked up a little, the tree outside the 2nd floor window rubs against the glass, causing a squeaking scratching sound followed by a short tap tap.
Donny begins to whine a little and move about in his bed. His breathing starts to quicken. Over the next 60 seconds he moves more frantically and his breathing becomes erratic.
Donny takes an automatic deep breath as if he is rising out of deep water. He opens his eyes, which dart around the room until they settle on the open closet.
A rustle is heard, coming from the closet. Donny gasps, holds his breath, and squeezes his eyes shut. As his he does so, out of the closet steps a Giraffe, head first followed by the body.
Still holding his breath, Donny opens one eye, the other quickly opens in terror. In front of him reaching to the roof is the Giraffe. Behind the Giraffe peeks a Gorilla, and out from under the Giraffe’s legs walks a lioness, sniffing the air with caution.
Donny lets out a whimper and pulls the covers over his head. He is shivering and crying quietly, so as not to be heard by the animals.
The Giraffe checks out the light fixture on the ceiling, spinning the fan as he tries to nibble the wooden blades. The Gorilla picks up a stuffed monkey left on the bottom of the bed and holds it to her chest as if it were her own. The Lioness leaps up on the bed and pads up to the head where Donny is hiding under the covers.
Crying loudly now, Donny is visibly shaking through the blankets. The Lioness sniffs around Donny’s head, then gently paws at the blankets. The Giraffe leans over grabs the blankets with his teeth. He pulls them down exposing Donny’s teary face while the Gorilla lumbers up to the far side of the bed still cradling the stuffed toy.
A brave little boy, he opens his eyes, one at a time. When both are open the Lioness steps closer, gives Donny a big wet lick, lays down beside the startled boy and lets out a quiet gruff. The Gorilla tucks the little stuffed monkey in beside Donny and curls up amoung the other stuffed animals at the end of the bed. The Giraffe takes a moment, folds his legs, settles down comfortably onto the carpet and rests his long neck and head on the bed. His face nuzzles Donny’s.
Wary, Donny reaches out from under the blankets, touches each animal in turn. As he pets them they let out small murmurs of contentment and soon begin to snore. He takes long looks of disbelief, from the Lioness, to the Gorilla and to the Giraffe. Little Donny falls asleep with a huge smile covering his face as the tears he shed dry.
Off in the distance a train whistle blows long and slow, the wind dies down and the sun starts to filter through the closed curtains. Donny begins to rustle himself awake. As he opens his eyes he looks around in expectation. He is tucked tightly in his bed, alone.
Cheryle – May 2015
2 thoughts on “Day 17: Your Personality on the Page – Blogging U – Writing 101”
I seldom remember dreams. Though a couple from childhood, linger.
Last night was different. That was a dream and a half.
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When I lived in Germany, between 3 and 6, I used to be afraid of animal monsters in my closet. This was a way to allay those fears with a smile. Dreams are good fodder for writing. In love and light.
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