Toe Wiggling Awakening

I had a birthday this past week. August 21, I turned 33. In my days of walking on this Earth, I have seen many things as you have read. I have also heard many things. This story takes place the day before my birthday. It was a nice and peaceful morning. I got to sleep in and I didn't owe anyone a thing. My boss was nice enough to give me 3 days off in a row and I was going to make the most of them. I spent most of this one inebriated. The events that happened quickly sobered me up. This is the first of many instances...

I spent the morning in bed. I thoroughly enjoyed sleeping in. What woke me up was not the fact my husband had left the bed nor the alarm I had set on my phone. What woke me up was my toe wiggling. Toes wiggle all the time, but when you feel someone's thumb and forefinger on your foot when there shouldn't be, you tend to shoot straight up out of bed.

Jason was outside with the outdoor cats and never heard the commotion of me jumping up and trying to fight what had my foot. I nearly fell out of bed. Our indoor cat was fluffed up and standing on our old school TV in the living room. I charged out of the bedroom and stood in beside of him. He knew something was there.

He hissed and clawed at the air. I could smell dirt. Our house usually smells like vanilla and lavender. The sudden change made me swimmy headed.

Jason came in and the smell did not linger. It seemed to get sucked out with the air conditioner. TC and I looked at each other. Jason stood at the front door with an odd expression. So I told him what had happened.

We were both in agreeance that it was going to be a strange day together. He vowed to not let me suffer what was going on alone.