Screaming

According to my husband I scream too much. I definitely don’t scream too much but I admit screaming at the following situations:

When I see a mouse or anything hairy smaller than a cat. Of fear.

When I am walking in my parents’ forest in Finland and hear a tree branch breaking. I am scared to death of meeting a bear. The kids, whom I have left behind, later find me at home and tell me it only was a squirrel.

When I meet a big wave in the sea. Of extreme thrill.

When my husband leaves a wine prop on the table. Of irritation.

At my kids at any good excuse. Of pure pleasure.

When I wake up in the middle of the night covered by cold sweat after having a nightmare of a life more boring than the actual one. Of horror.