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Writing Prompt – Day 61
Write something inspired by a recent dream you had.
My example :
“They are getting loud again,” I say quietly, snuggled in my husband’s arms.
Robert hugs me closer to him. “Maybe they’ll stop,” he says into my hair.
I try to shut my eyes and enjoy the moment, but the neighbors definitely aren’t going to get quieter anytime soon. I can smell the firewood they just lit. I had seen a firepit sitting on the paved parking space in front of their garage just before we laid down.
Our garage pavements are practically touching each other, separated only by a narrow alley. We each have a small backyard and an even smaller porch, but it’s to be expected in the rural area we live in. With our houses being so close together, it sounds as if the neighbors are literally right next to us. And that’s because they practically are.
I nudge Robert. “I’m gonna go say something to them real quick. I’ll be right back.” I move quickly before he can stop me. My heart races as I walk to the other side of the porch.
Our neighbors have only just moved in a few days ago and I don’t want to make a bad impression, but I also want a peaceful night. I lean over the railing, and without thinking about it, I politely ask them to keep it down.
“Of course, we are so sorry. We know we’ve been getting a little rowdy.” Our neighbor seems genuine but then he raises his beer. “We’ll keep it down,” he says. I can’t tell if he’s being genuine or not.
There’s four other men standing there, all drinking with him. I have a feeling he’s not being truthful, but I don’t want to stir anything up. Instead, I smile back. “Thank you so much.” Might as well introduce myself while I’m at. Its rude not to. “I’m Jane by the way.”
He gives me a warm introduction and I find out his name is Alex. Apparently his wife is out of town for the weekend and they are having their monthly boys night.
Oh God, this is a monthly thing?
The neighbors before them were a nice and quiet elderly couple who passed away a few months ago. In fact, we have lived here for almost our entire marriage marriage and it has always been a calm and quiet neighborhood. Hopefully that doesn’t change.
After Alex apologizes for the fourth time in five minutes and promises to lower the volume, we respectfully say our goodnights.
I’m definitely not too sure about that guy, (even though he was very apologetic), there is just something about him. Regardless, they are whispering now which I guess is a good sign, even though I’m still not convinced.
I’m still feeling a little annoyed since they all seemed pretty tipsy, but as soon as I turn around, I instantly feel calmed by the “homey” ambiance surrounding me.
A string of fairy lights line the top of the wooden pergola that’s enclosing the porch, and I can feel the summer night air on my skin as it seeps through the roof and the open sides. Robert is currently laying on our moonlit patio bed and I want nothing more than to be back in his arms. I waste no time making my way back over to join him, and as I do, I can’t help but notice the stars twinkling above us. I feel at ease the moment I nestle my face into the crook of his arm and finish wrapping my leg around him.
The night feels mystical and almost perfect.
I say almost perfect because just as I predicted, our neighbors are starting to get loud again.
I sigh. I don’t know if it’s bothering Robert as much as me but I’m about to find out. “What do you want to do?” I ask.
Robert shrugs. “We don’t have to sleep out here if you don’t want to.”
Or not.
I guess I won’t find out what he’s thinking. I never know what he ever actually wants to do since he usually leaves things up to me. He always says that as long as I’m happy, he’s happy. Honestly, I used to not believe him, but after time, I realized that he’s telling the truth.
I try to quickly weigh our options.
On one hand, if we go inside we can be sure to get a restful night. We especially need our sleep since Robert scored us an amazing deal on tickets to go see ‘America’s Got Talent’ live. It’s always been a dream of mine to go and I was ecstatic when Robert surprised me with them for our 11th anniversary – which is only 2 days away by the way. I do want to have a beautiful night with Robert, but I also don’t want to be tired for AGT.
On the other hand, the night is just too perfect to pass up. And given the weather report for the week that we will be coming back from our trip, there’s supposed to be storms practically every night. With summer coming to an end, this might be our only opportunity this season. Not to mention our romantic porch just got finished today. I really want us to enjoy this.
“No way, we are definitely sleeping out here tonight,” I finally say.
Robert thinks for a second. “Okay,” he agrees, “I guess I’ll go say something to them then.”
“No,” I grab his arm before he can get up. “I can do it if you don’t want to. I’m the one who wants to sleep out here so bad anyway.” Even though he left the decision up to me, I’m still not sure what he would have picked if it was his decision to make. Since it was my call, I do feel a little responsible to take care of the noise if we are going to stay out here.
Robert kisses the top of my head. “You just talked to them, it’s my turn now.” He slides off the bed and hops to his feet. “Trust me babe, I got this.” He winks at me.
And he’s right, he usually does get things taken care of.
God, I just love him. I should definitely tell him that more often. Robert has been my best friend for over a decade and he’s my absolute favorite person in the entire world. The best part is that I know he feels the same way about me too.
Now that I’m thinking about it, I might as well start now. “I just love you,” I gush. (And it’s quite possible there’s a twinkle in my eye as I say it.)
Robert laughs. “Yeah, yeah.” He crinkles his nose at me. “I love you too.”
And with that, he walks away and heads down the steps.
When I asked the neighbor to quiet down earlier, I told him within the comfort of our fenced-in yard, and while on top of the porch at that, but apparently Robert has a different idea. The porch is raised enough off the ground that we can see the neighbors clearly from up here, so it made sense to not have to go down there to talk to them, but Robert must want to get on their level. It doesn’t surprise me since he believes you should always talk on eye-level with everyone to avoid confrontation. He’s convinced that you’re less likely to appear as a threat that way.
Robert unlocks the privacy fence, and an uneasy feeling instantly washes over me. I bite my lip as the gate clicks behind him. I have no reason to believe anything bad will happen, but the sensation strikes me anyway. And the feeling only becomes stronger as I watch all the men stand tall once they notice my husband walking over to them. I can’t help it, alarm bells start sounding in my head. I bite my lip a little harder.
I’m just being paranoid, I tell myself. Robert will be fine. God, I have really got to stop over-thinking so much.
I watch as Robert approaches the men and is now on their property.
I suck in air and hold my breath.
Let’s just hope Robert’s theory is right.
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