Cold Autumn Tuesday Night. Everything Around Was

¶ … cold autumn Tuesday night. Everything around was silent and the wind that comes from the partly open window was blowing cold air. It seems like a bad weather is coming. Apart from the slight whirling sound of the wind blowing from the east, and the ticking of the small clock on top of the desk, the night was still and the boy had just gotten himself to bed.

He was wearing a blue night pants and shirt, printed with smiling teddy bears that was a birthday gift he got from his grandmother 2 weeks ago. First in the boy's habit upon getting on bed is to tuck half of his body under his comforter, from waist to his feet. He always likes it that way not only to protect his body from the cold weather of the coming winter season, but also because he somehow feels secured when something in bed is covering him.

After fixing his cover, the boy lied down and started to say his prayer, thanking God for all the blessings he received, and asking forgiveness for the sins he committed. The last word of his prayer was a solemnly spoken word "Amen," after which, he looked up and slightly smiled, as if he was smiling to God. Then, he closed his eyes and a complete silence filled the room.

A few minutes had gone by after the boy had closed his eyes, when suddenly, a squeaking noise sounded from the living room. Though it was not a loud one, it caught the boy's attention because of the silence that steals the night. The noise continued to sound. As the boy tries to listen and figure out what causes the squeaking, it becomes louder. He listened carefully. After four or five squeaking noises, the boy was frightened by a whispering voice he heard. It was a voice of a man.

He suddenly felt his heart beating fast that he could hear the sound of his heartbeats. Frightened by the unknown noise stealing the silence of the night, the boy decided to get up from his bed and go to his mother's room. He slowly took off his comforter, which was kindly putting him to sleep before the noise came out. Silently, he stepped his left foot on the floor, then, was quietly followed by his right foot. The noise still echoes in the living room.

How safe it would be to have his father around. This was one of the many thoughts the boy had while he and his mother were trying to find ways on how to deal with the danger they were facing. The boy's father, a navy, had a mission and was assigned in a Middle East country. Trying to think quickly and looking at his young son how frightened he is, the boy's mother remembered his husband's gift to their son one day when he came back from an offshore mission.

It was a long brown toy gun that looks very much like a real one. The only difference, perhaps, was that it was a toy, not capable of firing a shot. The noise hasn't stopped yet. The squeaking continues and the boy's mother knew that the sound was coming from their living room's door. She knew that someone is trying to get in. Silently, the boy's mother took the toy gun.