Mr. Yoy: Say WHAT?

In the deep, dark shadows of the night, Mr. Yoy and I were snoring away.

I was laid out on my belly.

I thought I felt something on my arm.  It was very light, like a feather, or a wisp of hair.  But maybe I didn't feel anything.  It was such a fleeting feeling.

I opened my eyes and slowly swung my head to face the side of the bed.

What I thought I saw.

I let out this loud, grasping for air, scared as sh*t sound.  In the light of day, I could not recreate this sound if I tried.

Mr. Yoy popped straight up in bed and began yelling.

WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

Alas, it was just Big E.  He had had a nightmare.

Mr. Yoy chastised me for overreacting.

DO YOU REALLY THINK SOMEONE SNUCK PAST ALL OUR SECURITY MEASURES AND ENDED UP STANDING QUIETLY NEXT TO YOUR BED?

But I stand by my reaction.  I usually hear my kids' feet pitter-pattering down the hallway.  Last night I heard nothing.  I was dead to the world.  Maybe I'm the zombie.