She Senses Something...

She doesn’t feel like anything about her life is headed towards decay, not even faintly close. She senses something, though, because the first telltale sign begins, the pinch between her eyebrows. This, historically, is a clue. 

She can also tell by her dreams; sometimes waking with a faint smile crossing her lips accompanied by a floating, blissful feeling. Other times, drenched with sweat and feeling so freaky she sits straight up chilled to the bone. Thoughts were filtering into dreams and contemplation replacing imagination. Of what is never clear. 

What the hell is going on? 

Nothing dramatic's happening in her life; nothing has changed at all. Nothing she knows about, at least. Nothing that's outwardly apparent.

Yet…she DOES sense something.

So what then? 

Is there an impending fork in the road approaching unexpectedly, or merely a slight swerve? Can’t really see from her angle. Shoulders hunch up to her ears in wonderment, thinking hard of all possible crossroads. 

She's often had this feeling in the past, when seasons were changing. Is it as simple as that?

Does it mean anything or absolutely nothing? Probably both, but requires consideration nonetheless. She often describes it as a sixth sense and sometimes becomes restless anticipating things on the brink. She is used to the feeling though. 

Her gut is impatient and jumpy sending signals, “I know. I know what it is”, yet her mind is saying, “Girl, just be patient.” Or is it “Someone” else putting those thoughts in her mind affecting her rock steady path?

It feels both exciting and scary; this feeling she knows but doesn’t know.

Where is that Quija board when she needs it? 

OR, 

Is it time to pull out the big guns?

Her Magic 8 Ball or her Tarot Cards. 

If only she could read a crystal ball...

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I haven’t used a Quija Board or Magic 8 Ball since 7^th grade when I wanted to know if Henry French liked me back.