I’m sleeping but suddenly I’m nocturnal.
“Oh-no!” I say, “I can’t fall asleep!”
I keep trying hard, but I just can’t seem to fall asleep.
If I can’t sleep, I will get really cranky, I will be really tired, and I won’t be able to go to school tomorrow morning but I really like school.
I’ve got to do something, or else I won’t be able to enjoy my day tomorrow.
“I need help to sleep,” I scream out loud but nobody answers me.
I think of what to do to make me fall asleep. I try closing my eyes and count to 100 but that doesn’t work. Then I look for my phone to turn on some soft music, but I can’t find my phone. I make an attempt to read a book but the book is too boring.
I check the time on my clock and it is 1:32.
“OMG!!” I shriek, “It’s so late, I’ve never been up this late in my whole entire life.”
Suddenly, I hear a scary noise of someone gently tiptoeing down the hall, then the door slowly creaking open. I pulled up my covers and hid under them peeking out every few seconds. I thought who it could be, not my mom, not my dad, maybe it was just my brother trying to scare me. Yeah well guess what, Jacob. You’re NOT scaring ME today! I thought to myself, laughing quietly. I waited for the door to fully open up but by the time the door opens it is 4:03 .
“Ahhh-” I scream but then I quickly cover my mouth because the person is definitely not my brother or he would’ve already scared me!
Terrified, I sprint to my parents room and jump onto their bed! I cuddle in between them and pull the blanket on top of us. The heavy footsteps are thudding closer and closer when suddenly they stop outside the room. I hold my breath, close my eyes tight, and squeeze my parents hands tightly.
The door flings open and the lights flick on. A familiar face comes into sight. As I recover from the light, I can just make out a face with orange glasses, a big bushy beard, and a bald head.
“Pops!” I holler with excitement.
“Nice to see you, Bud!” Grandpa chuckles, patting my back.
“Pops, can I sleep with you today?” I ask hopefully.
“Sure thing Nick” He says looking down at me.
We walk to the guest room and cuddle into the bed.
“Can you tell me a story?” I ask.
“Once when I was about your age,” Grandpa starts, “I became nocturnal and I couldn’t fall asleep. Then I cuddled with my parents. We heard thudding down the hallway and the door was flung open and my grandpa walked in, surprising us.” Grandpa finishes.