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What A Rush

Noah has this habit of coming in to our room at late at night. Sometimes its after he wakes up from a bad dream. Other times, I think he just wants to make sure that we are there. When he does come in, he brings all of the stuffed animals that he happens to have in bed within his reach at the time.

Last night, he came in around 3:00. He was pretty quiet and it took me a little while for me to wake up and realize that he was there. During the process of getting him back to his room, I must have dropped one of the stuffed animals that he brought in with him. Once I got him in to bed, I figured that it was late enough that he wouldn't remember that he had that stuffed animal with him.

Once I tucked him back in, I walked back to our bedroom and headed straight to the bathroom. After I was done, I walked around the corner from the bathroom and into our bedroom. I didn't have my glasses on and it was overcast last night, so it was really dark in our room. I saw a silhouette in the door.

Of course, in my sleep muddled mind, the silhouette looked much larger than it was.

It scared the hell out of me.

I don't know if you remember the physiological reaction that occurs when you are frightened, but it is a response called fight or flight. You heart rate goes up. Your adrenal gland dumps a bunch of adrenaline into your blood stream. Your blood pressure sky rockets.

Supposedly, your mind works much better when all of this is occurring. Here are some of the things that were going through my mind...

"Roundhouse kick?"
"Nope. I haven't stretched out."
"Snap kick?"
"Hmmm... Probably wouldn't do much unless I hit him in the goodies."
"Double punch. Side block. Side block. Down block..."
"Yeah, that's going to work."
"Hey... Misty isn't in bed. This bad guy standing in the door must have gotten her."
"Wait a second... That bad guy has two heads."

All of this went through my head in the matter of a second or so. What came out of my mouth was even less intelligent:

"What'r you doing?"

The response from this big, bad person in the door was simple.

"Noah was looking for Nemo."

At that point, I kind of sagged to the side and managed to stay standing by holding on to the foot board of our bed. Back to our biology lesson. After fight or flight, the body isn't left in the greatest of states. My whole body was shaking and my heart was pounding. And I was wide awake.

I really hope that Noah stays in bed tonight, because I don't think my heart can handle a rush like that one again.

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