TOUCHED

Those of you who read this blog on a fairly regular basis know that I believe in the paranormal. Things that go bump in the night. A flutter of the tips of a wing across my ear; movement seen out of the corner of my eye. Someone calling my name, in the dead of night with only Peaches (who cannot talk) for company.

I love the luxury of waking up slowly in the morning and doing some stretching to limber up while still horizontal in my bed. I had just awakened the other morning and getting ready to stretch and had my left hand palm up just barely lifted off the mattress. My middle two fingers of that hand were tapped hard enough to slap my hand down to the sheet.

Thinking that Peaches had batted my hand to wake me up because she needed to go to her potty box, I half sat up saying, “O.k., I’m awake. Do you need to go outside?” She was nowhere to be seen. I got up, went into the living room and found her fast asleep on the ottoman. Strange!

Richard usually sticks his head into my room when he gets home from work in the mornings just to say he’s home and to make sure I’m still breathing. This morning was no exception and after he left to get some wind-down time on the computer, I decided to get a few more winks of sleep and turned over in time to see a shadow walk from my dressing area and proceed by my bed and appear to disappear at my bedroom door.

I yelled for Richard and asked him if he had just that minute been in my room. He assured me that he had not (outside of his one and only sticking-in-of-head earlier). Strange!

You can take the above instances as fact or chalk them up to the imagination of an Old Goat. It’s up to you. As for me; I believe!