One Friday night not long ago at close to midnight my husband and I were in bed. He was even sleeping. I was tossing and turning a bit as is my way. The cat who sleeps between us was in his position for the night. I have always been a believer in the family bed after all. I just didn't know that co-sleeping would involve a cat someday.
When we heard a crash. Car sounds were involved. Hubby woke and jumped up and clothed himself. He was sure that something or someone had hit our house. I wasn't so sure. I though maybe somebody was tearing down the "alligator" in the middle of the night. Or else they had run into it. No such luck.
Finally we returned to bed. The next day I thought I would discover what had made that midnight crash. But I didn't. I still don't know. And when things like that happen sometimes I wonder--was it the work of the evil one? just a coincidence? or did we imagine the whole thing? I really don't know. But, if I ever discover what made that crash, you will be the second to know.
And I would say April Fool. But the story is true.