As I reached behind to unhook my bra I had the overwhelming feeling that someonewas watching. Snatching my robe from the bed I clutched it to my chest while looking around wildly. The curtains were drawn and there were no gaps, but nevertheless I moved to the edge and cautiously peered outside. All was clear.
Mr Wub Boo was in the lounge watching TV, so it wasn’t him perving at me in the hopes of getting frisky. That’s not his style anyway – he’s more of a grope and grab kind of guy than a voyeur.
As I cast about for the source of my unease, my glance returned to the bed.
And then I saw the eyes.
Those freaky blue eyes staring out at me from her tattooed face. She continued to stare, never once blinking, while she half-smiled at me from my bed.
“Oh, it’s you. You gave me a fright.”
She didn’t answer – she never answered me.
Picking her up, I wandered through to the lounge and deposited her on the couch. Mr Wub Boo glanced up from making enemies on Facebook and said, “I thought you were heading to bed”.
“I was, but there was someone in there already. You should probably go and check out what’s been left on your side of the bed.”
“It better not be the muddy dump truck again,” he muttered as he wandered off to investigate. ”Oh great, nothing messy tonight. Just some lego, a couple of Hot Wheels cars and a teddy bear wearing one of my socks.”
“Oh yeah I meant to tell you,” I said as I grabbed a baby blanket and wandered back in to the lounge, “last night I woke up and found the hair dryer under my pillow. How do you go to bed and not notice that?”
“Well that explains your outrageous hair do this morning,” he smirked.
“Oh ha-bloody-ha,” I muttered as I smoothed the baby blanket over the doll I’d evicted from my bed. Looking up I noticed the look of amusement on Mr Wub Boo’s face. ”What? It’s cold tonight.”