That night

 He was ready to sleep, closed his eyes, laying on the bed.

Suddenly a flash of light came, he opened his eyes.

Got out of the bed, not switching on the lights, not to disturb his mother.

Got into the kitchen, opened the door with the slightest noise.

Got out in the yard.

Lightening struck, he was shook, frozen.

Got inside, drank a glass of water.

Went to his bed put his legs in the blanket to the edge.

He felt something, soft, smooth.

Hair!!

He was petrified, he drew his legs in.

Laughter filled the room.

“Sister”, he shouted.


                                  - A drabble

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