It was a late Saturday morning. I didn’t have anywhere to be, so I was sleeping in. The sun was already shining bright in the room, but I figured I could sleep a little more. I felt Mercy sit down on the edge of the bed. I felt her stroke my hair. The room was so quiet, I could even hear my hair move as she played with it. I slowly opened my eyes with a smile. No one was there. I looked around the room. There wasn’t even a kitty in sight. Wow, I must be still dreaming. Oh, well.
I fell back asleep. It happened again. What the…? I must be still dreaming.
I shook it off and closed my eyes again, but didn’t drift off this time. I didn’t want to get up yet. My hair gets stroked again.
I shot out of the bed and was down the stairs and in the living room in 3 seconds flat.
Mercy looks at me and says, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“I didn’t SEE one…”
Alexia Jones 