I woke on the couch. The girls were eerily quiet - no snores, no grunts. 2 am. Something was wrong.
I realized my eyes were burning. The air was stagnant and pungent. An odor crept downstairs. My fogged brain searched for the right action.
Stumbling, I struggled to the window. Old paint impeded my efforts. Finally the seal gave way, and the upper pane slid down. Fresh air wafted in from the cool, damp night. A second window, and a breeze made its way across the first floor.
We were saved.
Who had tried to poison us in the night?
Remind me to spend the night at a hotel room if we ever have the floors resurfaced again....
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