Let us go back to a simpler time
together, just for a moment. Take a few deep breaths and think back to when you
were younger. Do you remember your favorite toy? Can you picture the layout of
your room and that poster on your wall that you thought was so cool? Now
remember the feel of your bed and your sheets. Picture yourself lying in that
bed with the comforter pulled up.
Imagine it is raining outside, but
not just raining, it is a heavy rain hitting your window. The thunder tears
through the air and the lighting flashes every so often and illuminates the
room while casting long shadows on the walls of every nick-knack. When the
thunder fades you can hear a faint thudding sound in the distance. It isn’t a
slow thud but it is not fast either, it is just constant, like the tick of a
clock. The thunder cracks loudly and scares you out of your bed; you never were
a fan of thunder when you were younger.
Now picture yourself walking
through that dark room, past your toys and dresser and into the hallway. While you
stumble down the hall your path is lit for brief moments by the lightning and
then it quickly goes dark again. You
feel your way past the restroom and notice the thud again in the silence.
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud….
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud….
Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud….
You notice the rhythmic sound
getting louder as you move down the hall. You place your hand against the wall
and lean against it as you come to a door. The door is cracked and as you reach
to open it a loud boom of thunder tears through the night. Your heart jumps and
you stop for a moment, then the lighting ignites the darkness. You see the
light cut through the crack in the door and you notice a dark form moving. You stop
and stare, curious what it was you saw.
BOOM! More thunder
CRACK! More Lightning
You pier through the slit and
notice the shady figure moving up and down, but this time something seems
familiar about it. You recognize the shape and notice it moving to the rhythm
of the thud. The light doesn’t seem to fade in the room as you look directly at
the silhouette and realize what it is. You quickly turn around and run back to
bed, jumping under the covers and hiding your face in your pillow...You just
witnessed parental sex.
