# #FSS- MIDNIGHT VISITOR

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- Published: 2025-09-16T23:42:22-04:00
- Author: Heidi Dare Turner Jenkins

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[EMILY BRONTE AWAKE AT NIGHT](https://pin.it/2zm4OUEj7) as drawn by Joan Hassal

I awoke from a deep sleep by the loud knocking sound that came from downstairs. 
[The pounding at the front door came long after midnight](http://The pounding at the front door came long after midnight.).
My husband was working the night shift this week, so I was alone. Pulling the covers
off of me, I dropped my legs to the side of the bed. I found my slippers by feeling
for them with my feet. The air was chilly. Why was it chilly? I know I bumped the
heat up on the thermometer earlier tonight. I mean, the weather forecasters on the
nightly news said a cold front was coming. It would arrive in the nightly am hours.
I didn’t want to wake up in the middle of the night shivering. Who could it be at
my front door? Finding my housecoat, I wrapped it around my shoulders, arms, and
tied it at the waist. Trying not to make a sound, I exited the bedroom and walked
down the hall to the stairs. Why was I being so quiet walking down the stairs? It’s
not like anyone outside the front door could hear me. I believe my quietness was
fear. I was fearful of my midnight visitor. Who could it be? Why’s it a reason to
pound on anyone’s doorway after midnight? My breathing was shallow. Shallow like
my breath during a panic attack. I felt I wasn’t getting much air into my lungs.

Would I lose the ability to breathe? “Stop panicking”, I told myself. “Take in slow,
steady breaths. You will be okay.” Although my legs felt like jelly, I managed to
place my body weight on them. Despite this, my slipper feet touched the foot of 
the stairs. Outside, I saw a silhouette of a person I didn’t recognize. I noticed
that the figure stopped pounding on the door as I stood before it. He must have 
noticed me from the glow of the lamplight that was in the foyer. I say “he” but 
I didn’t really know the figure’s gender. It just appeared to be a male from the
figure’s build. The only thing between us was a locked door. Should I call the police?
Maybe I should call my husband. He would leave work and be right over. Until my 
midnight visitor spoke. Then I melted. It was my Father. I squeezed my eyebrows 
in the direction of my nose. In confusion, I unlocked the door and asked, “Why are
you here, Daddy?” I said. “I wanted to see my baby girl”, he said as he wrapped 
his arms around my shoulders. I inhaled the familiar scent of his shaving cream 
as I took in a deep sigh of relief. That relief turned to confusion as I again wondered
why he was at my house…after midnight. He was here to be for good, right? I was 
telling myself that to ease the weight I have been holding on to. Cause, honestly,
what is “hope for” if it’s not something to “hope for” in your life? There comes
a time in everyone’s life when they must make a change. It feels as if the past 
years were wasted. They have finally realized that they have to pivot. Was my dad
feeling this way?

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜

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