Eric K.

Christmas Night

The boy’s eyes shoot open
Quickly he sits up straight in his bed
His eyes immediately look to either side of himself
Realizing nothing is there he falls back on top of his pillows

He rolls over and out of his bed
Lazily he shuffles his way over to the bathroom
The moonlight through the window his only form of guidance
He knows by now that all the bathroom light will do is hurt his eyes

At the sink he turns the water on
The sound is as aggravating to him as the snuffling of the kid during his English test
He splashes some of the water on his face
This wakes him up enough to know he still has hours before school

He walks back to his room
Then he collapses back on top of his bed
He turns his stereo back on to lull him to sleep
The hum of Christmas music calms him down

Slowly he falls back into a light sleep
Nothing disturbs him not even the sound of dogs rustling about the house
He stays motionless for hours then inevitably

The boys eyes shoot open


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