Tap Tap

Under the bed. Tap tap tap. It’s the dog. No it’s not. The dog shifts in her basket.

Tap tap tap tap.

Hardwood floors, no word of a lie. Engineered, lifetime warranty. Whose lifetime?

Tap tap. Tap tap tap.

Heavy breathing. That’s definitely the dog. No, it’s him, lying next to me. Sounds sound different lying on your side.

Tap. Tap.

Do I lie on my back? Do you lie on your back? Maybe the sound will sound less terrifying. Maybe it’s not under the bed. Tap tap tap.

Explicitly avoiding shifting on to my back now.

Tap tap tap.

A cold finger drags across my face. An icy hand covers my mouth.

Shhh—