SNEAKING
He would be in so much trouble if they caught him out of bed. It was already, like, way past nine, which was practically the middle of the night.
Still, he wasn’t really all that tired, and he had just finished reading his book – the whole thing – and didn’t really feel like staying in bed. He tried for a while, but it was boring. Especially knowing that his parents were downstairs watching television. It sounded like a pretty good movie too! The sound of gun shots and a few bad words had made it all the way back to his bedroom and hearing that had made it that much harder to sleep.
He stood in the doorway to his room, pausing for a long time. He was practically a statue standing there, in fact, he tried to see how long he could go without blinking his eyes. Eventually, even though he wasn’t sad, he started to cry. He closed his eyes over and over until the soreness went away.
He took a few tentative steps down the hall, pausing to listen for his parents. Something big exploded in the movie. There was lots of screaming but he could barely hear it because his dad was laughing so loud. Knowing that his dad was happy made the boy smile.
He scooted quickly along the hallway and lay down on his belly in the doorway. He had made it this far, all the way past the bathroom to the living room door, and he would hate to get caught so close to his goal. It wasn’t like a goal in soccer, but his mum had explained to him once that having goals was important and that a goal was something you wanted. That confused him a bit, but he figured that scoring a point in soccer was something you wanted to do, so it was a goal. He didn’t bother explaining it to his mum because he didn’t want to confuse her more.
He slid a little further ahead on his belly and could see his dad’s crossed legs sticking out from where he was sitting on the couch. He couldn’t see his mum, but he knew that it was because she would be lying on his father’s lap. There was a plant on the side table next to the couch, and if he could get there, he could probably peak through the leaves.
The boy eased himself into a crouch, then with a few quick breaths, tiptoed over to the plant. He tucked himself down against the wall just as an explosion rocked the living room to another excited burst of laughter from his dad.
This would be a perfect place to hide out. He had made it to his goal.
The boy leaned against the wall, a small smile on his face. He loved movie night with his parents, especially when he wasn’t really supposed to be there. He knew he would be in trouble if they caught him, but he just wanted to spend a few extra minutes with them. First though, he just needed to rest his eyes. It was tiring work sneaking all the way out here. Besides, it was already way past nine, which was practically the middle of the night.
Yes, he would rest his eyes, just for a minute…
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