On October 31, my mommy hurried to the emergency room because of her pregnancy of her triplets. She was rushed into the operating room. It felt like a black hole. The doctors, covered in blood, rushed into the room. “Why are you covered in blood,” my father questioned, “whose blood is that?”
One of the doctors replied with a suspicious look, “It’s no ones’ blood.”
“Do you want your babies out of not?” another doctor replied.
My father shook his head as to reply yes to the doctor’s question. The doctors sliced through my mommy; I kicked until they, finally, discovered me behind all the fat. They yanked me out and were flabbergasted as to what they found. I looked just like mommy. I had strawberry-blonde hair, a pig nose, and a chubby body. I know daddy didn’t want me to look like mommy, but I did. I let him down. My daddy cried as he gazed into my eyes, and I recognized it wasn’t out of joy but, out of fear, the fear of having three babies, I assumed. Bewildered and frustrated, I glanced around the room. I seemed to be floating in the room, when I realized that the doctors already began stitching my mommy up and my two siblings hadn’t come out yet! I screamed and kicked and cried, I thrashed my head and I saw my two siblings’ heads right next to mine. We were all connected, and I was placed in between two devils. They stole my body for their own. I attempted to wake them, but they didn’t respond. I cried as to say there was no sense of living, for them. My daddy hugged me harshly and I knew that my siblings didn’t make it because their connection was never there to mommy. I feel bad for what I thought but, I am delighted that I don’t have to ever share with the two devils again. I closed my eyes for a split second and all of a sudden my mommy and daddy vanished. Where did they go? I screamed and kicked and cried. Bright lights drowned me and my siblings, I wanted to go back to the black hole. The room was spinning; I considered my life flashing before my eyes just like it had done to my selfish siblings. My eyes quickly closed as they fell back into my head.
Slowly, my eyes responded. I was shivering. It was dark, where did the lights go? Where is the black hole at? I felt a weight was lifted off my shoulders and sure enough I looked over, my siblings weren’t there. Where did my siblings go? Was this just a dream? Where are my Mommy and Daddy?
Frantically I woke up, as my wife reassured me that it was all just a nightmare. I laid back down, restfully, as I fell back into deep sleep.

Twenty- two years later, my scars vanished, my siblings vanished, but the memory is still there. In the hospital once again, my nightmares befall a reality. I scuttle my wife to the emergency room, to deliver our three-headed baby. We enter the cold, bright-lighted room, but this isn’t our delivery room, it’s a jungle. The doctors rush, but it wasn’t my wife’s doctor, it was a gorilla. “Who are you,” I screamed at the gorilla, “where is Doctor Juan, my wife’s doctor?” I rubbed my eyes to see if I am just imagining it, but the gorilla already started to cut my wife’s stomach open as they pull out my three-headed baby. Once again, my eyes plunge back into my head as I plummet to the grassy ground. I hear a fading voice, “Jonathon get up, get up.”

Gasp! The air was taken right out of me as I frantically woke up. My wife shook the nightmares and sweat out of me. Once again, I went back to bed as if nothing happened.

It was October 31, my mom hurried to the emergency room, because we were about to be born into the world. As the doctors sliced through my mom, I kicked until they, finally, discovered me behind my mom’s vital organs. They yanked me out and were flabbergasted as to what they found. I was a beautiful, healthy, blonde haired, blue eyed baby boy. Once again, they yanked out another screaming baby. My sister looked identical to me except for that she was a girl and I was a boy. Ready to deliver the placenta, the doctors reached around in my mommy’s tummy to find not the placenta but my third sibling. My baby brother came out screaming as he entered the scary place that is the world. My daddy cried as he glanced at us, I knew he was proud.

Twenty-two years later, my memories are current, my siblings are current, and my nightmares vanished. We scuttled to the hospital, my brother on my side, my sister on the other, as I wheel my wife into the emergency room to deliver our triplets. The room was as cold as Antarctica, as we drown into the bright lights. I am excitedly, frightened as the doctors get ready to cut my wife open to bring our bundles of joy into the world. One by one, they arrive. A girl, another girl, and then my baby boy, enter the world alert, healthy, beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed babies. I develop a grin on my face as I glance over at my three beautiful children.

I woke up with a grin on my face then begin to walk over to my family room, where my wife, brother, and sister are presently, alert holding my three, healthy children.
“How was your nap?” my wife asked.
“It was alright,” I replied with a chuckle.