Tuesday, April 15, 2008

Clock reads 4:08am. There’s a clanging noise that breaks the silence.

Me: What was that?

Beau: I don’t know.

He gets up and grabs the flashlight and his gun. He keeps both by the bed.

While he’s gone exploring, thoughts roll around my head. What made that noise? It sounded like it could have been the trash can in the kitchen. Did the leash fall off the freezer and hit it? Did the sound come through the baby monitor? OMG, Jesse!

Me: Check Jesse. Check Jesse. Jesse.

I was almost yelling. Beau was coming back up the stairs and I jumped out of bed.

Me: Check Jesse.

I had horrible thoughts of kidnappers coming through his window.

I passed Beau in the hallway on my way to Jesse’s room. I flipped the switch in Beau’s bathroom and pulled the door almost shut, leaving just enough light to see into Jesse’s room. Inside, he sat up, gave me a sweet smile, and flopped back down on his back - still sound asleep. I pulled his blankets out from under him to cover him back up. And gave a sigh of relief.

Beau: He’s OK?

Me: Yeah, I thought maybe the noise came through the monitor. Did the leash fall onto the trash can?

Beau: No.

I tried to go back to sleep. No go. So I’ve been up since then; I got out of bed at about 4:30am when Annie started barking.

In the kitchen I had the thought that maybe it was the grill out on the deck. I looked at it, but it didn’t look like it had been moved. But maybe an animal tried to get to the grease trap hanging underneath it? We have no clue.