…at 5:07 this morning.
I sat up in bed, trying to clear the fog. Did I hear that? Or did I dream that? It seemed rather real. I’d better go check that out.
Made sure I was legal, if not exactly decent, in case I had to open the door. Padded through the living room. Turned the porch light on, and didn’t see anything. Looked around for a few more seconds, turned the light back off, and turned around to go back to bed.
“Did I wake you up?”
Jump.
There’s Lea, sitting on the couch reading. I had walked through the living room, passing less than a foot from her, without seeing her. I look at the spatiality of it in the light of day and can’t believe it happened. But it did.
It’s kind of been one of those days. Nothing bad going on, but I’m living it through a membrane or something.
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So…Lea rang the doorbell at 5:07 on a Sunday morning? Just for $hits and grins? Or did you dream it??
No, no! She was just sitting out there reading. I dreamed the doorbell.
And I’ve dreamed that someone’s shouted my name. Or that something has landed with a tremendous BANG. Had no idea why, was 100% sure that I’d heard what I did, and was unable to reconcile reality v. subconscious enough to relax and return to sleep.
It’s bizarre how something like that can mess up your entire perspective.