There it was again. That sound. I couldn't tell what it was, but I am absolutely sure I heard it now. I can't tell if it's a male talking or a growl. Whatever it is , the pitch is too low for me to discern anything.
I quickly throw on my robe and try to stumble quietly as I attempt to find my house shoes. There. Again. Was it louder this time?
I really haven't been sleeping well. I don't need this at two o' clock in the morning. This is my life though: something always goes wrong.
I grab at anything on the dresser as I go out the door, thinking I need a weapon just in case. Okay, I guess my hair curler will do. It's solid. It can do a little damage.
Again there it is, but this time a little different. I'm silently going down the hallway to find and confront the source. I need this to stop because I have to get up with the suns.
I'm honestly terrified of what I might find. I'm realizing that the sound is almost in a pattern. I can hear it more frequently as I get closer.
It's definitely a growl. It has to be. Of course, my overactive imagination is telling me I'm about to fight a monster in my kitchen. I'm trying to calm down so that whatever it is won't hear my breathing.
I wonder what it wants, whatever is growling around the corner, as I take a deep breath to steady myself. Of course it would be this time of the century for me to have an intruder, with all the expensive gifts lying on the floor. Not to mention all the food I've been preparing for Feast.
Ok, I need to concentrate. Turn the corner fast. Keep my curler high. Protect my core. I think I'm ready.
I wait for a pause in the pattern and jump around the corner. I am confronted by absolutely nothing. I heard it again. It's really irritating my ears now. I think it's coming from the other side of the counter. I timidly step further into the kitchen.
I almost screamed when I rounded the corner. It took me a second to realize what that shape lying on the floor was. It's so foreign and alien to me still, I didn't recognize it at first.
I bought my niece a pet for her first Gathering. They just passed the Right to open one. I picked him up from the intergalactic shelter today.
A strange color of pink, with patches and a light dusting of fuzzy brown. What an interesting creature. He must have finished his dinner and gotten too full to move. I hope I didn't over feed it.
Having identified the sound, now I can relax and try to go back to bed. I'll just put on my sleep sounds to drown it out. I sure wish someone had told me humans could snore so loud.