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The First Midnight Adventure

This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Framingham chapter.

My mother inched the linen sheets back

trying not to wake dad

The cottages hardwood floors creaked under her weight

She moved on her tippy toes

            bunions high in the air

A hush trailing behind her

Heavy eyes open

            I see a mess of dark yellow locks over me

                                                                                    Shhhhhh

My sister Juliana in tow

Walking slowly, holding the screen door carefully

            the kind that only slams

We scurry off as if leaving a crime scene

Towards the deck up the green scratchy stairs

            Spiders, webs and flippers dwell underneath them ya know?

Overlooking Lake Winnipesauke

            daunting and humongous it seems to my 5-year-old self 

Deck lights dance and play in the dark water

            didn’t they notice the hundreds of creepy crawlers gathering around them

            trying to join in on the games 

I hear feet hitting fast paced on the dock

My mom goes airborne her golden mess trying to keep up with her plummeting body

Juliana sequels with joy

But I worry, her brightness was engulfed by the dark

Yards away from her original point of entry

            she emerges

Her arms indicating, she wants us to join

Juliana pjs and all cannonballs into the water

                                                                                                                        Crazy bitch

I nervously walk down the green steps as I clutch the railing

Past the secretive monster’s underneath

Onto the huge beach

                                                                                                                                   

I tentatively dip my toes in the water

Slowly inch by inch I enter

Dad’s huge t-shirt I always wore to bed

            Blooming around me

                                                            Floating

It breathes like howa Jelly Fish swims

Mom sneaks up on me in the water and scoops me up going further from the safe beach into the unknown

She allows the water to hold us up

                                                            Floating

Our hairs leaving us going their own way while we stare up into the sky

The swirling of the dusty stars

“We don’t have these back home”

“The city shines brighter”

But the buildings that scrap the skies cannot compare

Juliana gets jealous

The attention is not split evenly

A splash from her and I swallow what seems like half the lake

We splash back unsettling the water

Waking up the poor fish

We scream and laugh

The cabin glows

Dad’s in his boxers walking up the deck

“It’s almost 1 o’clock in the morning Christine!”

 

Busted.