I don't remember how much I've mentioned lately about the uptick in our mysterious house noises. Just over the past week or so, the thumping has escalated. The Pony prefers me not to point out every creak and footstep when we are downstairs watching TV, even though he would have to be Helen Keller (wasting her time watching TV) to miss those noises.
Last week I asked Hick why he was up in the middle of the night, stomping through the kitchen. On the morning I questioned him, Hick said he was NOT up at all, except to go to the bathroom, which is in the bedroom at the other end of the homestead, and not over our TV-watching heads. He did admit to getting up the night before that, and going to the kitchen for a drink. Uh huh. I heard him. Walking like he has no feet on the ends of his ankles. So I assumed it was him again the second night. But no.
The Pony related a tale on Friday morning that deeply disturbed me. I am choosing not to believe it, but rather to think that he dreamed it.
"Pony, I asked Dad why he keeps getting up at night, and he said he only got up ONE night."
"Have you still been hearing things? Like...did you hear them LAST night?" Let the record show that when I asked The Pony what he wants to hear from home when I write him a weekly letter in college, he said, "I want to know about the noises at night." Uh huh. Even before news of Puppy Jack, or what happens on Big Brother, or how his dad and I are getting along without him.
"Uh. Not as much..." No need to upset The Pony when he really doesn't want to hear about it while it's going on.
"Well, I went up to get in the shower. You know how I let the shower run, then lay down in the water to relax? I heard noises."
"Okay. I DID hear noises in your room. But you were in the shower, so I thought it was Juno and Jack wrestling around out on the side porch, thumping against the wall."
"I heard something go from my room to Genius's room."
"Well...I DID hear something lay down in Genius's bed. I haven't heard THAT in a long time."
"Okay. So I got out of the shower and when I opened the bathroom door to go to my room, there were two wet footprints on the floor just outside the door. Kid-sized footprints. And they were pointed toward Genius's room!"
"EEEEE! How big?"
"About like this." The Pony held his hands apart about the distance of a boy's size 5...or a woman's size 7. The Pony himself wears a 10.5.
"Oh...you probably just imagined it."
"I DID kind of fall asleep while I was laying in the tub. And when I came out, I was kind of not-clear-headed..."
"I'm sure that was it."
Aren't you? Aren't you sure that's all it was? The Pony fell asleep, and still hadn't cleared a dream out of his head. It was just a coincidence that I heard that bed noise a few minutes before I heard him open up the bathroom door at 11:50 p.m. Right?