When I was 7 I lost a tooth.
I put it under my pillow and went to bed waiting for the tooth fairy to come and leave me money. I was very nervous as I waited upon her arrival, spending most of the night tossing and turning.
I finally drifted off into a deep sleep.
I spent most of the night dreaming of the tooth fairy breaking into my house and watching me while I slept.
I woke up early the next morning, but didn't open my eyes.
Something was wrong. I shifted my body from side to side, realizing there was a large object under my back that had magically appeared while I was sleeping.
It felt like a tiny body and suddenly I realized...
I had rolled over the tooth fairy in my sleep and killed her. The severity of my actions were not lost on my 7 year old self. I had just killed the women responsible for ALL the world's teeth.
I spent the next hour lying in my bed.
With my eyes tightly shut, I tried to summon up the courage to sit up and assess the damage. I knew I had a shoebox in my closet and figured I could put her in it and bury her in my backyard.
I just hoped my mom wouldn't find out.
I knew she'd be very mad at me. She did not raise a murderer.
Finally, after an hour of plotting, I opened my eyes.
I sat up in my bed, my heart beating fast.
That's when I realized...I had fallen asleep on my arm.
It had been my numb arm the entire time. THE ENTIRE TIME.
The worst part is, my parents forgot to leave me money.
While I DID have a sense of relief knowing that I was not a serial killer, I did NOT have the two dollars in quarters I needed to buy dessert at school the next day like I had planned.