At around midnight last night when we finally turned off the lights and went to bed, the whirring AC clicked off and the room went stone silent.
Then there was a scraping sound. It got louder, and my eyes shot open, listening. I wasn’t sure what it was but it was coming from the window. It wasn’t until I heard the truck whir past that I closed my eyes again and snuggled back under the covers, knowing it was nothing but traffic.
“It’s the loompa loompas,” my mom hissed in the darkness.
I had no idea what she was talking about. But no matter, I almost jumped out of bed and rushed to the window to see the “loompa loompas.”