I awoke with the rain hammering against my window. At first I thought I was still dreaming, until the alarm went off. Who in there right mind would have an alarm clock going off at 6:30 in their dream? As I dragged myself out of my warm, cosy bed, I was suddenly aware of a dampness beneath my feet. Brilliant, I sighed, I forgot to shut my window last night.
At breakfast, the storm seemed to linger around my parents. Despite their denial, It didn't take a genius to work out that Dad had done something foolish. The big flaw in their secrecy was the way Mum shouted at him when she thought I was outside. Eventually, I plucked up the courage to say, "What did Dad do this time?". You see, Dad isn't the worlds most sensible person. In fact, he's probably the worlds least sensible person. Once, he bought a cow so we could have fresh milk everyday.Then we discovered it was a male. Another time he decided it would be a good idea to chain up every shop in town that sold cigarettes. He was arrested and charged £1,000. So now I guessed he had done something else.
Dad was the first to speak. "Well, you see, on Saturday I had had the worst day ever. You don't want to know why, trust me." I went to a casino and had a bit too much to drink-"
"He got drunk." Mum said, glaring at him.
"Yes. You could say that. Anyway, I gambled all our money and made about 5 million pounds-"
"Wow! Thats great!" I exclaimed, then, "sorry, carry on."
"So when I got home, I reached into my pockets to show your mother, but it had somehow vanished off the face of the earth. I searched everywhere, but it's no-where to be found!".
It took a few moments to sink in. Then I pinched myself. Perhaps I was still dreaming. It's a nightmare, I told myself, which did explain the alarm clock. But no. It was real alright. Of all the things that Dad had done, this made them all seem like simple holes that could easily be stitched up. What where we going to do? How would we live now? But the storm just kept on raging.