Had I Dreamed These Voices

I heard them talking in low voices. “I will watch her today,” one hissed. “It is my turn,” argued the other one, in an even lower tone. I scrunched my eyes tightly, pretending to remain asleep. “Shh! She’s awake!” a loud whisper. “How do you know?” “Look at her.” I scrunched my eyes a bit tighter, but tried to relax my forehead. Fooling neither. Silence came. So I sat up and began blinking around the room. The dog was snoring loudly. Both the clock radio and Alexa were silent. Had I dreamed these voices? I felt a small petite whinny. A psychic clue. But what horse is in here? My eyes traveled over the top of the dresser. There are fireflies, butterflies, raccoons, and angels represented. But horse? No. Snicker. A small psychic one. Two horses. I glance sharply to my right, and look into the face of a purple unicorn I have painted. Suddenly knowing, my face throws herself to the left. Where the pink polka dot unicorn is silently snickering. It helps to have a sixth sense sometimes. I call neither out, glad for their protection.