GREAT READS → MADAME CHAMBERLAINE Issue 787 · November 27, 2019

The Muddled Monday

My mother went into the kitchen. There, too, pink bubbles fizzed out of the sink. She opened the faucet and shrieked

The Muddled Monday

Everything was the same as yesterday.

Yesterday evening, when my father came home, he warned us that the government was expecting an attack on their computer system. No one was sure what would happen or even if it would happen. However, everything and anything, like the electricity and the water, could be interrupted! Everyone was nervous.

I had a hard time falling asleep. I pulled the blanket this way and that way. I pulled it up to my chin and then threw it off.

“Shuly?” I whispered. “Are you still awake?”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Are you scared?”

“Mmmmmm.”

“Then how can you sleep?” I asked louder.

“Who says I’m sleeping? I’m trying to sleep, but you’re making so much noise with your blanket that I can’t sleep!”

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