Night terror

I woke up to my 8-year-old son screaming in the wee hours of the morning.   When I ran into his room he was sitting upright and staring straight ahead.   He has been sick the past few days and was restless.   I immediately knew what was happening.   He was having a night terror.  It’s basically a nightmare, but  his eyes are open.  It only lasts a few minutes, but it is terrifying.   I tried to calm him down, but nothing helps until he goes back to sleep or wakes up.   He was crying and repeatedly yelling, “I just want to tell you what it’s going to be like.”  What?    “I need to tell you what’s going to happen, what it’s going to be like.”  He was basically whispering, “I see dead people.”  My heart was racing.  I was on the verge of calling a priest.  I had to know what he was talking about.  “Tell me how what is going to be like? What are you talking about,” I questioned, wiping the tears from his face.  He screamed,  “I have to tell you what it’s going to be like…… when I score a goal!” Phew.  False alarm.  He isn’t Bruce Willis or Carol Anne after all.  


After scaring the hell out of me he woke up.   I got him a drink and tucked him back into bed.   He won’t remember a thing in the morning.  

I could not fall back asleep after that episode.  I grabbed my phone and scrolled through the latest news.   What did our parents do when they couldn’t sleep?  Did they write a letter on the typewriter or play Ping Pong on the Commodore 64?  I saw a picture online of the White House showing its pride.  

That’s neat, but one question came to my mind.  They have a rainbow assortment of light bulbs on hand?  I wouldn’t even know where to buy a purple light bulb.  I can’t find a clear lightbulb when I need one.  I end up moving bulbs from the less important lamps to the main living areas until I remember to buy a pack at the store.  By month’s end my family needs night vision glasses to make their way through the house after the sun sets.   

The comments below the story on the gay marriage ruling were appalling. I am constantly amazed by internet trolls.  Where do they get the time?  Are they actually awake when they spew hate through their keyboard or are they typing during a night terror?  Let’s pretend it is the latter.   

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