Scary Mary

Sleeping in a newly painted house can be a very infusing experience. The potent wafting from pillow to blanket, can induce some interesting dreams. I can’t recall any of these “trippy” numbers, but luckily I had to share my bed with my sister, who’s a very light sleeper.

The eye-witness account was a shocking, yet enlightening one. On awakening from this slumber, I was told that in the middle of the night I started shaking and moaning some “Uh-uh’s and Ahh’s”. When SB nudged my shoulder to try and wake me up, I shot up like a plank and stared out the window into the blackness. As I sat there, I started to mumble some jibberish concoction and then flopped back into the cushy mattress.

I swear, I can’t remember what force possessed me to converse with the face of eerie darkeness...