We laid quietly in bed, both staring at the ceiling without saying a word. The tension was building higher at every passing seconds and as that, I was starting to feel dizzy.
That wasn't so bad, was it? Having to stay in a tension filled room like this was driving me nuts. I nudged Richard with my elbow to say something, to at least breaking the overwhelming silence but he seems to just be as speechless as I was. Was it that bad? I thought again and of course, I got no response which made me turn to the side to face Richard.
"Why was mummy screaming?" his little voice asked again and I shut my eyes out of the embarrassment I felt. I wish I could have kept it as low as possible. I knew he wasn't really a deep sleeper but I wasn't expecting hin to wake at just the sound of my voice. Did I scream that loud?