“Cling!” The spoon fell on the ground jolting me out of deep slumber. Eyes open I lay still with bated breath, training my ears to catch more unusual sounds. “Cling!” Once again I heard it. I started perspiring profusely. Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes tight and coughed. No response. I coughed again.
“It’s a rat dear. Don’t worry. Go off to sleep.” Dad called out from the neighbouring room. Dad knew I was scared. The cough gave me away. But I was not ashamed. I knew Dad was awake. I felt safe and secure. I drifted off to dream.
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