Story 1:
The first time meeting my boyfriend’s family, who live in another country, we stayed in his old attic bedroom. In the middle of the night, he reaches over and shakes me awake. “Huh?” I mumble, and he says, “Shhh… be very still… I think there is someone else in the house.”
I lay motionless, thinking that someone has broken in, and my life is in danger, listening to the sounds of the old creaky attic, convinced every gust of wind is a footstep. He puts his arm around my head, covering my ears. I don’t move for hours in fear… until I hear him snoring.
