Why Again?

“Do you hear that noise?”

I’m sure it’s nothing.

“But what if it’s not?”

It is.

“Really, because to me it sounds like a creak of the floorboards.”

So? The foundation is settling.

“Do you want to believe that?”

What?

“I think an assassin is coming to kill you.”

What? Why?

“I don’t know. Just my job to look out for you.”

It’s not an assassin.

“Check to confirm.”

I’m almost asleep, I don’t want to move my head.

“Fine, sleep then. But you may never awake.”

(I jolt my head around and stare into my dark room: no one is there. The night is still).

See, nothing there. Can I please go to sleep?

“All right, all right, just doing my job.”

Thanks, human instincts.

“What was that noise?”

Oh, why again?