A Part of Something Special

Noises

I basically continued to panic the rest of the day. My husband was bead. I was pregnant. And I basically didn't have a job. I decided to get in bed early that night because I just needed to think I rest. As soon as I put Allen down, I got in bed and turned on the Television. It was already tuned in to "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives," so I just kept that on. At around 11:00 at night, I was lying in bed thinking with my eyes closed and I heard a noise coming from downstairs. What could it have been? I questioned. I quietly got up and put a robe on and tiptoed into Allen's room. He was fast asleep. I went up to his crib, pulled the handle down and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead. All of the sudden I heard a bang. It was faint, like something a soft fell. I began to felt sick. I couldn't tell if it was because I was pregnant or because I was nervous about who was in my house. I found myself holding my stomach, like it was an instinct. As if I have been pregnant for months, and I was trying to protect my unborn child. Maybe I could just be hearing things. I haven't gotten much sleep and a lot has happened over the past two days. There was another noise from below, it was the same pitch, only this time, it woke Allen up. He started screaming. "Crap!" I said, quickly picking him up to get him to be quiet. He called down a little, but wasn't asleep when I put him down. I grabbed my microphone stick from my practice room and began walking down the steps, quietly. "Hello!," I said quietly, "is any one here?"