The door slowly opened, a crack of light, a two inch strip of yellow, illuminating the carpet up to the bed. Carefully, so as not to wake the lump under the covers on the bed, he snuck in on tip toe. He nearly let out a shriek as his bare foot connected with a small Lego. The sharp cornered piece of hard plastic biting into the soft flesh of his arch. He hopped and hobbled, trying not to bang into the desk, then the chair. He caught the back of the chair as he started to lose his balance and the swiveling piece of furniture nearly upset his balance. Quick moves on his part had him catching himself and stopping as a soft snore and breath from the body. He didn’t move a muscle as the lump shifted and sprawled out, an arm sliding out of the covers and dropping the book off the side of the bed with a soft thud. He waited for a moment, or five as the blanket covered lump shifted and grumbled about homework then went back to sleep. With a quick dash, he scooped up the book, and circumvented the Legos and bits of erector set metal pieces to make it safely to the door again. He glanced back once to see if there was movement. Nothing. he was safe!
He propped himself under the covers, a large maglite flashlight in his palm. He clicked on the light and flipped the pages. He was looking for a mark…. There! Just a tiny dot and dash where he’d left off. Knees hunched, pillow at his back, he shone the light down at the pages, and with a fingernail caught soundly between his teeth, he began to find out if the heroine was going to make it out of the forest on her own.
He nearly let out a shriek as the bed shifted and the covers were jerked back from his buried form.
The woman groaned.
“Jack, why don’t you just ask the kid if you can borrow his book while he’s at school,” the woman asked, shaking her head.
“Because, this is way more fun,” Jack replied. “Now quiet, woman, she just had to make a pact with someone,” he shushed his wife.
She just rolled her eyes and clicked off the light before diving under the covers with a flashlight and a copy of her 8 year old’s slightly sticky copy of a very popular diary of a wimpy sort of kid. She just had to find out what happened after a week wait while the book traveled with her son during summer camp.
I just thought, how fun when a clandestine moment happens when a parent reads a book their kids are reading. My dad would read to us growing up… Robert Peck’s Soup books. And my Mom read us the Happy Hollister books. Oh we had so many books they read us. But what if they read some of ours late at night…….. I just remember how much fun I had reading Laura Ingalls Wilder under the covers with a flashlight. Reading till 9pm. Scandalous at age 8 or 9. I still love to read under the covers. I now use a Kindle……