The Journal of Joyful Grace

Creeped myself out a bit last night. Actually quite a bit more than a bit. *shivers just thinking about it again* So we're all in bed, tucked in for the night when I get the distinct feeling somebody or something's in the room with us, so I crack open my eyes to see this heavy black...thing in the doorway, blocking the faint moonlight that usually filters in. Immediately my heart starts pounding and I squeeze my eyes shut and start taking deep breaths while telling myself it's nothing, it's just my eyes adjusting to the dark, and I'm just being silly. This works for a bit until the Fuzz, who's at the foot of the bed, starts growling. And keeps growling. And the thing's still there and that's what she's growling at. Which causes my heart to go triple time, especially since the hubby was completely out right next to me while I'm in a state of fear-frozen panic thinking things like "Some protector he is!" and "That's it, I'm moving the big stick right next to the bed from now on!" and "OMG, Voldemort's come to kill us and he's just going to sleep right through it all!". *facepalm* Yes, I really did think that. Oh HP, look what you've done to me.

Somehow or another I do finally manage to drift off until at around 3:00 in the morning, I could have sworn I heard the Fuzz scratching away at the table leg in the kitchen, so I roll over and mumble to Eric about when did we stick her in there and he mumbles something unintelligible back. Not long after I get out of bed to go pee and in doing so nearly knock the Fuzz off the bed YET THE SCRATCHING WAS STILL GOING ON! *quietly freaks out* Needless to say, I didn't really get back to sleep after that, though I do recall having some really odd dreams all night, with characters and actors in places and circumstances they really shouldn't have been. Oi. I don't know if I should hope it was all just my overactive imagination or not.