Every night, Darren sneaks into Miss M’s bedroom while she’s reading (she gets so completely absorbed in books that she becomes oblivious to her surroundings) and gives her a fright. Every night. Tonight, I sneaked in before he got there and hid behind her curtain and told her that when he comes to kiss her goodnight, I’d jump out and scare him. She and I giggled conspiratorially at our master plan.
So, there I was, hiding behind the curtain, minutes ticking by. I began to think he wasn’t coming. Of course, by this stage, I was sure that Miss M had forgotten I was even there and was completely lost in her book again. I had no choice but to quietly stay still and wait, just in case.
After what felt like eleventytwelve (official word for LONG) minutes, I finally decided to call it quits. Really – I’m 37 and hiding behind a curtain. What I didn’t know was that Darren had sneaked in and was leopard crawling across the floor towards the side of the bed where the curtain is. Also, Miss M HADN’T forgotten and was surreptitiously watching him without him knowing.
Picture it… Darren was sneaking along the floor towards the curtain, where I was hiding, completely unaware that I was there. I had no idea that he was there and Miss M was gleefully watching us – I have NO IDEA how she contained her laughter.
As he got to the curtain, he jumped up to scare her, his arm flicking the curtain (and therefore ME). I jumped out and UP, screaming like a schoolgirl because I got the hugest fright from this out-of-nowhere punch in the guts. He then screamed, too, because this giant shrieking banshee had flung herself out of the curtains at him, arms and legs flailing.
Miss M couldn’t breathe, she was laughing so hard.
Best bedtime ever.
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