I feel we all have those fears, those things that haunt us
in the wee hours of the morning, that give us nightmares on those dreary
nights; the creaks in an empty house, that person on the sidewalk at 10 at
night…the theme song to the Walking Dead…
For me personally I’ve always had this immense fear of
something being under my bed. I know, that seems really stupid, but when it’s
lights out at home I’ve perfected the click
the lights, run, and launch myself across my room onto the safety of my bed; at college it’s much easier seeing as I
live in a closet and all my light switches are within arms reach!
Now I tell you all this for a reason.
The other day my worst nightmare came true.
On Monday evening I was in my friend’s room when this
happened:
G-swag: Where art thou?
Mdawg: In Justine’s room!
G-swag: I was going to your room…
Mdawg: I’ll come up in a second!
G-swag: where are youuuuu
Mdawg: I’m literally sitting on my bed looking at sloth
pictures.
G-swag: I can’t find youuuuuu
Now, this isn’t out of the norm for us, we’re super good at
texting vague unhelpful things.
Stick with me here.
When I got his text I went on up to my room and sat on my
bed, turned on some country music and googled baby sloth pictures. Totally
normal.
Until.
Out of the corner of my eye I see movement.
And suddenly Garrett’s head pops out from under my bed.
It’s been about 4 ½ minutes since I got to my room.
I screamed bloody murder, ran out of my room, collapsed on
the ground because my emotions were everywhere—on one hand I was laughing
hysterically, on the other my heart was racing from terror mingled with
surprise. I then proceeded to run back to my room where I found him sitting
peacefully on my bed, call him a creeper, and run downstairs to tell my friends
what had happened.
Once I had composed myself enough to face him again I had
one important question:
What all did you hear?
I ask this because you see dear reader; I talk to myself
when I’m alone. I think that’s totally normal, however when I’m looking at cute
baby sloths I also giggle like a 5 year old, and on top of that I say things
like “ooohhh babyyyy slothhhhh” and “silly baby sloth” and to top that off I’m
singing along to Downtown by Lady Antebellum, which is currently my jam—so I
sing passionately…
Well, Garrett heard every little bit, he realized it was
probably not his best idea when I clearly had no knowledge of him being there,
and that I was probably going to completely freak out—which I did.
So all in all, in a round about way, I suppose I’m saying my
fear of things under the bed isn’t totally justified, I mean...those fears we
have can seem really big and really real to us, but it turns out it’s actually
our boyfriends hiding under you dorm room bed...
Oh man, that did not sound inspirational at all, but hey, go
with the flow yo!
