Of My Eyes

Of My Eyes Part 2

Taking a bit of a running leap, I launched myself back onto the bed with the sole purpose of waking the girls in a most Daddy like way.
As soon as my body hit the bed, the girls were jolted awake as the mattress launched them sky high, only to land back onto the bed giggling and laughing.
Turning towards me, the girls wrapped themselves around my torso while peppering my face with kisses.

In the midst of this, my eyes kept staring at the spot on the wall where that thing disappeared the night before.

"Ok, you two wild animals, into the bathroom, and brush your teeth while I get breakfast ready."

In seconds, the bed sheets were flying high in the air as they flung them aside, racing each other to see who got to the sink first.
Although it was just an excuse to rough house a bit by seeing who could push who out of the way to occupy the center spot at the sink.

While the girls were doing their thing upstairs, I set about getting the table ready.
Once that was done, I began mixing the batter for pancakes, along with heating a second pan to make a couple overeasy eggs for each of us, along with a liberal helping of bacon.
Within seconds, the aroma began wafting upwards, I could imagine a Bugs Bunny like stream of flavor coiling up the stairs to entice the girls taste buds.
Only to have them floating downstairs, chasing the smell to its source.

Before the plates could hit the table, the house shook with the sound of the girls stomping down the stairs, each trying to be the first at the table.

"Emily, May, I'm betting the two of you are so hungry that you could eat a dinosaur.
So to satisfy your hunger, I made you some dinosaur pancakes.
We have for your dining pleasure a choice of ether Brontosaurus, t-Rex, or Stegosaurus cakes.
So tell me, what will the two of you like?"

Both the girls leaned into a huddle discussing their choices.
May poked her head up, offering their decision.

"Daddy, we want Bronto pancakes, as well as Bronto eggs and bacon."

Looking back at her sister, who nodded her head in agreement.
Five minutes later, a pile of food hit the table, five minutes and forty five seconds later, half of the Bronto cakes had been demolished.
The bacon strips on the side platter were quaking in fear as they realized that they were next on the list to satiate the girls hunger.

Breakfast over, the girls headed upstairs to get dressed and ready for school.
Twenty minutes later, the whirlwind came rushing down the stairs, backpacks slung over their shoulders, smiles on their faces.
Emily was first to the door, laughing as May reached the door second.
Taking the girls by their hands, I walked them to the end of the driveway with seconds to spare as the school bus came to a halt in front of our house.

With a kiss from each, I sent them up the stairs into the bus and off to school.
As usual, I felt a pang of guilt at being separated from the girls.
Returning to the kitchen, I began cleaning up the mess I had created.
Yet every few seconds I found myself peeking out of the corner of my eyes, in search of the mysterious things we had been seeing.

Thank God the girls didn't bring up last night's scare during breakfast, if they had, I would have had to explain what it was that they saw; as it was, I hadn't a clue what to tell them.
I've tried to never lie to the girls about anything, at best I would change the subject until I could find a good way to address whatever issue we had in front of us.
So if I was going to explain to them what it was that we saw, I was going to have to find out what it was that we saw.
I mean, there has to be some logical answer, although at the moment that answer escapes me.

Setting my mind to the task. I decided that I first had to search the house from top to bottom, looking for anything that might give me some insight into what it was that we saw.
Walking over to the sideboard near the front door, I grabbed a flashlight out of the top drawer.
Grabbing a new set of batteries, I swapped the older ones for a fresh set.
I've seen too many movies where the protagonist goes into the dark, spooky basement with a flashlight that conks out just when they needed it the most.