Some nights it's difficult to fall asleep, especially without a small light. It's not that I'm afraid of the dark, I just don't like the idea of blindly feeling my way around if I decide I need to get up and use the restroom or something. Which is why my heart nearly stopped when I went to turn on my lava lamp I turn on every night, suddenly didn't turn on.
Out of panic, I double checked the wiring, made sure it was plugged in, checked the bulb, everything I could think of to see what the issue was. And finally, I found it. The bulb had burned out. I went to my mom to see if she could get me a new light bulb from the store. I unscrewed the bulb carefully, and handed it to her.
"Isn't there any way you can sleep just one night without a light?" she asked.
I shook my head. She starts this same thing every time the light I keep on in my room at night suddenly stops working. It was getting a little irritating at this point. Yes, I was seventeen, but it didn't change the fact that the idea of not being able to see my room in the dark bothers me.
Instead of continuing the argument, my mom looked over the lightbulb. "I don't feel like arguing about this right now. I'm tired." She handed the bulb off to my dad, whispering something to him. He chuckled before getting up and sliding his shoes on. He headed out the front door. "He's gonna get you your new light bulb."
It took about half an hour, but my dad was finally back from the store. I ran to him and he handed me the package out of the plastic bag. It was a four pack of bulbs. I hurried to my room and ripped open the package. I put one of the bulbs in, making sure it was in tight but not too tight. I put the glass bottle back on the lamp and turned it on. Words can't describe how glad I was to have my light back.
I went to thank my dad. He hugged me and wished me a good night. I made my way back to my room. The lamp hadn't gotten hot enough todo it's fancy thing with the colored bubbles. I didn't care, I was tired. I crawled into bed and started to fall asleep.
A little while later, I was awaken by a sound. I wasn't really sure how to describe it, the sound of water boiling, the sound of glass cracking, something along those lines. I could smell something burning. I had opened my eyes just in time to see it was all coming from my lava lamp, right next to my bed on the dresser.
The lamp got brighter and brighter before the glass gave way and it exploded. Glass everywhere and boiling water covering my entire body. I screamed as loud as I could and my parents came rushing in. The room was completely dark now. Were they laughing?
"Hun," they said in the darkness, "we bought the wrong bulbs so it'd burn out after you'd fallen asleep. We had no idea how late you'd stay up."
One of them flicked on the lights. The smiles faded from their faces as they stared in horror at what had happened. A destroyed lava lamp with their daughter in bed with third-degree burns covering her body and pieces of glass scattered throughout her arms and legs.
Out of panic, I double checked the wiring, made sure it was plugged in, checked the bulb, everything I could think of to see what the issue was. And finally, I found it. The bulb had burned out. I went to my mom to see if she could get me a new light bulb from the store. I unscrewed the bulb carefully, and handed it to her.
"Isn't there any way you can sleep just one night without a light?" she asked.
I shook my head. She starts this same thing every time the light I keep on in my room at night suddenly stops working. It was getting a little irritating at this point. Yes, I was seventeen, but it didn't change the fact that the idea of not being able to see my room in the dark bothers me.
Instead of continuing the argument, my mom looked over the lightbulb. "I don't feel like arguing about this right now. I'm tired." She handed the bulb off to my dad, whispering something to him. He chuckled before getting up and sliding his shoes on. He headed out the front door. "He's gonna get you your new light bulb."
It took about half an hour, but my dad was finally back from the store. I ran to him and he handed me the package out of the plastic bag. It was a four pack of bulbs. I hurried to my room and ripped open the package. I put one of the bulbs in, making sure it was in tight but not too tight. I put the glass bottle back on the lamp and turned it on. Words can't describe how glad I was to have my light back.
I went to thank my dad. He hugged me and wished me a good night. I made my way back to my room. The lamp hadn't gotten hot enough todo it's fancy thing with the colored bubbles. I didn't care, I was tired. I crawled into bed and started to fall asleep.
A little while later, I was awaken by a sound. I wasn't really sure how to describe it, the sound of water boiling, the sound of glass cracking, something along those lines. I could smell something burning. I had opened my eyes just in time to see it was all coming from my lava lamp, right next to my bed on the dresser.
The lamp got brighter and brighter before the glass gave way and it exploded. Glass everywhere and boiling water covering my entire body. I screamed as loud as I could and my parents came rushing in. The room was completely dark now. Were they laughing?
"Hun," they said in the darkness, "we bought the wrong bulbs so it'd burn out after you'd fallen asleep. We had no idea how late you'd stay up."
One of them flicked on the lights. The smiles faded from their faces as they stared in horror at what had happened. A destroyed lava lamp with their daughter in bed with third-degree burns covering her body and pieces of glass scattered throughout her arms and legs.
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