Lately it’s been happening more and more. Ever since that dream, and the time period when I really felt I was being watched.
I lay down in bed, next to Michael, and once our talk tapers off and he’s snoring quietly -I’m wide awake. Can’t really sleep, but tired. Not really wanting to get up but feeling as if the only way I’ll fall asleep is if I get out of bed and do something else until I pass out.
So here I am. Blogging. Talking about how I can’t sleep. How silly is that? The screen does make my eyes more tired. Not that tiredness is an issue -because I already was tired.
Sara and I went out and found us a Ouija board today. We’ve both been talking about it, and let’s face it -who isn’t fascinated by the possibility of it workig? We both missed out on that sort of parlor game when we were kids. I think it’s only fair that we get a chance to try it out.
I’ll let you know how it goes.