Who moved the door?

by Mama Mabel

I woke up from a deep sleep in the wee hours of Monday morning to the sound of Ladybug crying.  Not all out, the-world-is-ending crying, just I'm-upset-and-want-you-to-pick-me-up-and-bring-me-back-to-your-bed crying.  Sometimes she does this for a few seconds then falls back into deep sleep so I waited.  It didn't stop.  I heard Coondog move beside me and rejoiced that he was going to handle it while I went back to sleep.  Nope!  He woke up enough to roll over and that was it.  It took me several seconds to figure this out in the deep darkness of our country house.

Once I finally realized that I was going to be the one to get up, I drug myself to my feet and made my way to our bedroom door, expertly shuffling past my laundry pile and dresser with a deftness that showed my ample experience in this particular activity.  I even impressed myself a little with how easily I could navigate our dark room and hallway.  I called softly to Ladybug to tell her I was coming for her then turned the corner into her room. 

Bang!  I hit my temple on what I'm guessing was a doorframe.  In total confusion, I stuck my hands out to warn me of new obstacles as I spun around and hit my other temple on what could only be a previously non-existent pillar in the middle of my hallway.  I don't know how I didn't feel it with my hands first.  Maybe it was a previously non-existent floating boulder.  I scrambled for a lightswitch or point of reference and managed to walk into our vacuum.  Somehow I found the doorknob to our spare bedroom and reached in to flip on the light for a few seconds, letting me orient (and blind) myself.  From that point, I managed to find Ladybug who got quiet the instant I touched her and stagger back to my bed carrying her, miraculously avoiding invisible obstacles on this leg of my adventure.

As I fell harder than usual back into bed, Coondog asked in a concerned voice if everything was okay.  I not so sweetly informed him that I was mortally wounded and upset about it.  He wisely refrained from any further comment and I fell asleep wondering how bad my headache would be in the morning.  Turns out I slept off the headache but I've learned my lesson.  Next time I'm going to elbow Coondog and he can beat his head against a wall (or mysterious floating boulder).