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Aftermath of a Scary Movie

You know what's not cool?

When you watch a scary movie, and you think you're fine going to sleep-- you think you're not too spooked in the darkness-- so you fall asleep, but then in the middle of the night, your cat launches off of your tummy and runs away. You think you've been whacked by a demon. You think you're being attacked and the air rushes out of your lungs. You realize, no, it was just the cat, jumping off you for whatever reason (probably she saw a ghost), so you try to fall back asleep. But actually, now that you're awake, lying in the pitch black of night, you realize, oh maybe you are a little scared. So you snuggle under the blankets real tight, even though it's 80 degrees, and you sweat and move closer to your husband, who is very warm and making you sweat even more. And you try to go to sleep, but you can hear rustling of leaves out on the patio outside. And every time you close your eyes, you think of every scary movie you've ever seen in your life. And you wonder where the cat is and why she won't comfort you in your time of need, so betrays. And it's so hot under the blankets, but you don't dare move just in case a ghost slips in through a gap in the fabric.

And then it's morning, and you wake up, sunlight streaming in. Everything feels clean and new. You wonder why you were even scared at all.

You see your cat. She says, "Good morning, momi. Sorry I ran away last night. I saw a ghost and yea."

You say, "Hold up, what? You saw a ghost?"

She meows. She rolls onto her back for pets. "Jk. I didn't see no ghost. I was just messing with you."

And you say, "Chloeeeeeeeee. You got me this time." And then you put your arms on your hips and shake your head and smile directly into the camera.


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