A bump in the night and why not to be afraid

Bump. Muffle. Jingle. Thump. My eyes snapped open. The room was dark, except for the clock's display which showed it was only a few minutes past three in the morning. Bump. Muffle. Jingle. Thump. My heart raced. However, my husband's rhythmic breathing to my side was a clear indicator that the sound from the downstairs hadn't yet … Continue reading A bump in the night and why not to be afraid