When I was a kid, I can remember my parents starting to fight, I was in the second grade or so. I remember because it would wake me up at night, my brother could sleep through anything, but I would wake up and I was scared. I don't remember them ever fighting before this, at least not where I could hear. I would get up and leave the house, middle of the night, in my pajamas. I would walk next door. I do not remember now what I would say, or what they would say, I don't even remember if I put shoes on. What I remember is sleeping in Ebony's bed with her. It was a water bed. Ebony had this habit of bouncing her head when she would go to sleep. So, there I would lay, the waves of the waterbed lulling me to sleep.
I don't remember the next day, I don't remember if I went home, or if the neighbors had even told my parents that night that I was there. They probably did, my parents probably came to get me after I was asleep. I just remember that for those moments before I fell asleep, feeling safe and secure where no harsh words were being yelled. Rocked to sleep on the gentle waves of a waterbed.