The fact that you showed up at 3am didn’t surprise me at all. What better time to show up and catch someone off guard than early in the morning when most are tucked away sleeping? I remember when I lived with you and you’d pull us out of bed to go get ice cream at midnight or to go get a sandwich from a 24 hour deli. Time meant nothing to you so waking us at midnight was okay.
I always knew if we made it past 3am we’d be okay. You seemed to really get crazy around that time. I never knew why that particular hour. Not until today did I hear of these hours (between midnight and 3am) referred to as “the witching hour”. I find it strange those particular hours are called that, especially since those are your most abusive hours. (Correction ….I meant to say those were your most abusive hours. You can’t hurt me anymore. Past tense is the correct tense when speaking of you.)
When I was young I’d hold my breath hoping you didn’t come drag me or my sister out of bed or wake us up with a dowel rod to the back. Maybe you preferred my sister that night and I’d be left alone to hear her weep and beg. I don’t know, I never knew what would happen unless of course I heard you signal the all clear with the song “Go Down Moses.” The sound of you singing meant we could sleep safely. I really hate the song. Continue reading ‘The Witching Hour’
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