"I cannot believe that he is nearly seven years old in just one week", I say to my husband who was sitting on the opposite side of me besides the kitchen table. "What should we get him then, my dear?"

Before answering him, in the corner of my eyes, I could see my son, well a part of his blue and red stripped shirt he loves and a bit of his blonde hair sticking out, obviously messy and not brushed which made me nearly sigh, but I could resist it thankfully.

"Hm, that is a good question..."
I was speaking a bit louder than before so the little one would hear it clearly.
"What about the thing he wished for since five moths ago?

I think it was a toy car you can control by remote or something"
"What? But that is too expensive and you know that Maria", he said with a not pleased expression on his face.

"Well, what if I go upstairs in maybe, I don't know, ten minutes and Lucas room is clean and tidy, would you say yes to the special present, John?" I smirked, waiting for his response.

He laughed and snorted a bit, thinking that Lucas would leave anything in it's place and won't keep a mess is really hard to believe. Wiping a tear from his eye, he obliged. "Sure, why not. I will come with you."

*tap tap tap*

I heard the ever so quiet feet running on the wooden floor from what I was hoping for is him going to clean his room.

I smirked at the most likely chance that I was right and leaned back in my comfortable chair. "You seem to be sure that he doesn't have toys laying everywhere on the floor or the wall not being drawn on or even his bed made?" I kept on smiling and said nothing.

Ten minutes past of me knowing of my obvious victory and him wondering why I was so sure about that. Oh, if you knew, If only you knew..I thought happily to myself. I was lucky that the door was directly behind from where John was sitting so he could definitely not have seen him.

We went upstairs and walked towards our sons bedroom.
"How in the world is this room so neat and tidy? Just how?!"
Those words were the first to escape his lips after opening the door and looking around for a bit.

Lucas stood there with a slight devilish smile, but with the sweet voice of an angel he asked us what's wrong. I tried to hold in a laugh at my husband, still standing next to me with an open mouth and a dumbfounded look on his face.

"Oh, nothing. We just wanted to see if you were alright."

-

Remembering what was interesting today, I turned out the light and got comfy in our king sized bed, John already being fast asleep and dead to the world. I only wish to go to sleep that fast and normally I would, but tonight was different.

Feeling the soft silky pillow under my head and dropping my eyes shut of being so tired by the day we just had, I felt a cold wind rushing over my skin making my body shiver a little in response.

I was too lazy to move, but I didn't wanted to be freezing for the entire night so I gathered the tiny bit of strength I still had and turn to look at the window to see if I forgot to close it which to my surprise, I didn't.

Still tired and confused I started staring through the thick glass of the old window into the dark night sky. I felt my eyes getting a bit heavy again. My vision got blurry and darkness soon consumed my sight and putting me into a deep sleep for the rest of the night.

"...G o o d..n i g h t..
M a r i a..."

My eyes open swiftly and staring blankly with no expression on my face into my room filled with only darkness and no light whatsoever, my heart slowing down immediately after hearing a soft whisper right into my ear even slightly groaning, feeling the warmth of the breathing down to my neck and from what it sounded like by... a little girl?

After nothing happening for a while and impatience melted my frozen body and making me panic, I took no longer than one second to sit up and move my hands beside of me, searching for that mysterious voice.

After giving up, I sighed and put my hands on my head.
What was I even doing?
A small shortish giggle came out of my lips after realising what I was trying to do.

"Is everything ok, Darling?"
A tired sounding voice yawns to me which sounded a bit funny and also stupid to me.
"No, i-it's nothing to worry about..-" I cut myself off when I notice my voice was shaky. It was like that from something I probably just imagined and nothing else.

When you are sleepy and wake up in the middle of the night, isn't it normal that your imagination is getting to you, playing tricks on you? The line of reality being distorted and starts fading into thin air, do you even know which is being real or is just something in your head and you do not actually know what exist?