I'm really tired today, so let's see if I can accurately describe last nights scene.
Elsie woke up around 2:00 am and came running to my room insisting that a "bee" floated through the air, landed on her finger, and bit her. A dream, right? Or more logically, I've seen a few spiders hanging around the ceiling lately. Perhaps one landed on her and took a chomp.
I took her back to her bed, tucked her in, and started to go back to bed. She totally. freaked. I snuggled in next to her, and she was trembling from head to toe. "Please don't leave me Mommy. I'm so scared."
So I dragged my tired bum to the spare bed, careful to remove all toys and books, and crawled in. Elsie's wide eyes on me the whole time to make sure I didn't leave. I figured I should probably stay awake to make sure, if she was bitten by a spider, that she didn't have some weird reaction.
Finally, she started to doze. By this time I'm wide awake, any sign of sleep a fleeting memory. I closed my eyes anyway to try to at least rest.
Next thing I know there was a crash, like falling books, right next to my head. And it felt like it was under the bed. Elsie and I were both wide awake. Maybe I missed one. Or two. Three? I checked all around me, but didn't see anything.
The minutes go by. Elsie starts to doze again. It happens again. On the other side of the bed. The only books there, neatly stacked.
Sigh. Here we go again.
About an hour later, I relax enough to fall asleep, only to enter into bizarre dreams. Finally, feeling like something is pressing down on me, I force myself awake. The air seems decidedly heavy. Bad dream after effects, right? That's what I'll go with for now.
Spook and I had a chat today. That monkey business has to stop.
Why would a ghost bite sweet little Elsie! Did you tell him to stop that nonsense!
Posted by: Marcia | April 30, 2009 at 01:56 PM