Little Talks

Chapter Two::::::

I woke up around 3:00 am because I felt a tap on my forehead. More like someone trying to push a hole in my forehead. It hurts. I woke Morgan up.

"Morgan, did you poke my forehead?"

"No. Go to sleep."

"Okay."

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I woke up again exactly (EXACTLY) 2 hours later at 5:13 am. I felt a poke on my nose as if someone was trying to break my nose with their finger. Ouch! I screamed!

My dad jumped out of bed and ran across the hall to see what was wrong.

"Honey! What's wrong?"

"Did..... You poke my nose?"

"No, but you need to get up. We are about to start pulling carpets. Wake up Morgan."

"Morgan, wake up. We are about to pull carpets."

"Okay."

I walked to the bathroom getting lost about 3 times. I finally found it and looked in the mirror.

What I saw absolutely horrified me.

I saw a bright purple blueish mark on my forehead and my nose was crooked with a red mark on it.

I ran to the kitchen my dad stared at me. Then turned away and asked me what I wanted for breakfast. He didn't even notice the marks.

"Dad? Is there anything different about my face?"

"Yes."

Had he noticed?

"What's that?"

"You got even prettier overnight!"

"Thanks dad!"

I ran to the bathroom and saw nothing. The marks were gone. Had I been hillucinating?

I hope so. But who poked my forehead?