I wish I listened to my soul. I laugh as my mind thinks that
thought, that ridiculous sounding thought. After about half an hour of sitting
in my shaken state, I decide to get off my butt and put some pajamas on. I
prepare for bed and get underneath the covers, turning off the light. I’m too
tired to even try to read. I stretch underneath the covers until my feet touch
my cat, Snugoms, who we smuggled into the beach house because we didn't want to
leave her home alone for seven days.
Three forty-five. That is the time the digital clock is
blinking back at me when I look at it after randomly waking up. My heart is
pounding fast from a dream I can't even remember. I sigh and then try to
control my beating heart, but no matter how hard I try, it doesn’t work.
Obviously, this is true because the blood continues to rush through my ears.
My darn soul again, acting up.
My eyes begin to race around the dark room and as I stretch
out my feet, I realize my snugoms is no longer there warming them.
"Snugoms," I whisper into the black. "Kitty,
where are you?" I make kissy noises in attempt to call her back to me, but
she doesn't come. I shrug as best as I can in my sleepy state. Maybe she is
using her kitty potty… As I look towards the bathroom door, I see a dark figure
standing there. He’s not far away, like a normal, less scary, movie person. No,
this figure decided to be rated 10 on the scariness scale and decided to stand
RIGHT FREAKING NEXT TO ME.
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