The word cacophony kept coming to mind. Cacophony. Cacophony. It was the first thing I thought of when I awoke in the morning, with the sounds of an elephant stampede all about me. Or dinosaurs. It could have been dinosaurs I suppose. Things are always a bit unclear to me at first light, and of course by the time I’d made it out of bed and to the assumed sight of said ruckus, all that remained were two boys and their father. At least I think that’s what they were. I hadn’t put in my eyeballs yet.
I went back to bed without saying a word because it seemed like the best thing to do. There hasn’t been a time yet when that wasn’t the best thing to do quite frankly frank. So after taking the majority of an hour to get my wits about me, I sought out my family with far better feelings in my heart.
The boys were playing happily and the father was walking out the door for a full day’s worth of workly work. I took stock of my surroundings and found it to be a complete and utter disaster. Train tracks strewn about. Paper pieces here and there. And blocks covering every other available space. Those elephants (or dinosaurs) had left their mark, and it wasn’t even 9:00 AM yet.
Also upon closer inspection, one boy had somehow become covered with stickers. And not just any stickers. Dinosaur stickers. DINOSAUR stickers. Cacophony. Cacophony.
That’s when something caught my attention at the top of the stairs, moving. A creature! I absentmindedly clutched my chest. Beady little eyes, glinting in the sunlight streaming from the windows. Luckily not a dinosaur, just a cat. I had barely breathed my sigh of relief when I froze yet again.
We didn’t have a cat.
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