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 7th grade when I
wanted to know if Henry French liked me back.
