I had a nap today.
Rosey had a hard time settling down last night, so I re-read an old book about forensic anthropology in war-torn Yugoslavia, tried to avoid her knees and elbows (she's a tosser, that one - and a bed hog, like me) and surprise! didn't sleep so well.
So today I had a nap. For a few days after I have a bad night, I have incredibly vivid dreams - very close to the ultra-colorful, psychotically strange, and normal-life-just-turned-up-a-notch dreams I had all through my pregnancies.*
My nap? No exception.
So I woke sweaty and horrified at the things people can do to each other in the name of war, came downstairs, and took the dog out.
While he picked and choosed the perfect spot, a rustling in the far meadow caught my attention. There was a white? thing? moving in the trees.
I squinted. Surely that wasn't a person? With a pillowcase over his head? Running drunkenly, frantically, wobbling from side to side into the watershed?
Holy God, there were four of them. What the hell was going on in our woods? I tried to see through the scrub in between where Jasper was finally peeing and the fleeing......
No more falling asleep to the news. In fact, maybe Rosey should be singing lullabies to me.
*My dreams were frightening - I'd have a dream about a situation so real I'd wake up and not know if it happened or not.