Saturday, February 26, 2005 The Visitor

It was Friday morning after a night of watching some zombie movie…my weary body finally lay to get the one and a half hours of sleep I so desperately needed before work the next day. My stomach had been empty for seven hours, but I was too tired to eat. I closed my eyes, lids cleaving through sleepy tears.    Sleep almost held me until I opened my eyes and noticed someone hovering over me…the silhouette resembled that of my friend: curly hair, so I widened my eyes in surprise. But, as soon as I did, I noticed its face grinning at me and it was not my friend! It was gripping my shoulders!    I shut my eyes immediately and wrapped myself tighter in my blanket. I did not want to open them no matter how much I wanted to examine what had just happened! My body was shaking and my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. After about ten minutes of silent horror, still wrapped in my blanket, I opened my eyes. There was nothing. No trace of anything- just me shaking and still dizzy from tiredness, hunger, and fright.    I attempted sleep again, but the panic kept teasing me until I realized I had to put something in my stomach and walk around a little to retain a grip on reality. I still don’t know if my strange visitor was just my imagination…or if it was something more ethereal…I left my light on when I went to bed the next couple of nights.