...Kitty sat there on the floor, staring up at Dolly with a silly expression that all cats can manage: Did-you-hear-that-one-too?
Dolly spun around and shook Bill now as hard as she could manage, making the bedsprings creak and thumping her husband's head on the headboard. "Alright, I'm not kidding around anymore, Bill! Wake up!
I said wake up!"
Bill's eyes opened in slow motion and focused on her. "Hrmmph?"
"There's something in the house!" Dolly hissed in a whisper.
Bill's eyes closed, again in slow motion. "Honey," he grumbled, "I'm serious. I gotta get up and go to work in a few hours. Really."
Dolly shook his eyes open again. "I am not going to be murdered by some deranged intruder just because you have to get up and go to work in a few hours!" she yelled in a whisper. "This time, I'm serious! There really is something in--"
Bump-scrrrrch!
Bill and Dolly exchanged wide-eyed looks. "I told you!" she screamed at him in breath, and then slapped him on the shoulder harder than she'd meant to.
Bill swung his feet out of the sheets and stood up. In a way, she felt a little more secure standing behind him in the shadows of their bedroom. He was just over six feet tall, but he wasn't overly muscular (just the way she liked them). People were never intimidated by Bill, oh no. But at the same time, they didn't seem to mess with him. Of course, there were two Bills just like there were two of every men. One of them was the bill that nobody would mess with. And then there was the Bill that would scream a high-pitched shriek if he ever encountered a hairy spider larger than a quarter.
Together, her clutching onto the shoulders of his pajamas and Kitty hiding behind the nightstand now, Dolly and her husband seemed to tango in matching steps towards the bedroom door.
(your turn...I'm having fun now!
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