I’ll Call My Imagination Ghost By Name

Take this however you want to take it.  Here are the facts:

I fell asleep around 10 p.m.   Maybe a little later.

Before I dozed off the rain was coming down pretty good.  It made for a snug feeling in the house.  I dozed off pretty quickly after husband said good night.  It was nice dozing, knowing I didn’t have to get up early for work.  An extra day off.  Suddenly my eyes pop open.  I quickly wondered why husband was walking away from the bed.

Uhm.

That was my first thought of about a hundred thoughts that flipped through my brain in a micro moment.

The second thought was: that’s not husband considering my arm is around him!

Third thought was:  that’s just the silhouette of his shoulder above me as I look up.

Fourth thought was:  his silhouetted shoulder image is not walking away, towards the foot of the bed.

Fifth through 99th thoughts include but were not limited to:  that was a half a jar of Nutella induced delirium/dream/shadows/it’s not real/imagination/where did it go/close your eyes and go back to sleep/thank you unnamed friend who suggested last week the ghost watches us while we sleep/he has the shape of a trench coat/I really need to stop eating chocolate/I’m pretty brave for not screaming like a girl/if that had been a real person I sure didn’t react quick enough/was that really decaf I drank before bed/do not write about this in the blog no one will believe me.

I tried to go back to sleep.   I really did.  But if you are reading this sometime after 11:30 p.m. on Sunday you are well aware I did not go back to sleep.

I was always intrigued by the idea of spirits and/or ghosts.  Until we moved in this house I never really felt a need to believe or not believe.  I believed others believed.  I believed others did not believe.   I never had to believe or not.   I will be honest enough to say I don’t know what to believe.  I’ve had a few things happen over the years to make me wonder if there really are ghosts/spirits.  Some of these things have inspired me to write stories or blogs about them.  Other than naming this a “ghost” I really don’t know what it is.

I’m not scared by what I perceive to be our “ghost”.   Tonight certainly startled me.  I am not “afraid” of whatever this is.   Whether it is an over active imagination, indigestion, or something I can not define or explain.  I really don’t know what to think.  Or what to believe.

I just know what I know.

I opened my eyes tonight to see a figure.   He was in the process of moving from the top of the bed, to the foot of the bed.  He was in profile.  It would have been his right side towards me, his left towards the wall.  It was more of a shadow, an outline without clear definition, but for the shoulder shape and head and torso.

Was it a dream?    A  message to lay off all things chocolate?  All the talk and speculation and questions with friends?

I think to put this to rest for the night I will compromise.    I will call this my imagination, and I will name my imagination:  ghost.

I can’t wait until morning to tell Husband about this.    He’s still sleeping away.