Monday, August 01, 2005
My father often speaks of a presence he would feel in the night or the early morning. He says he would be sleeping peacefully then just start to feel that someone else was present, perhaps watching him. He would roll over, open his eyes and see my sister, Melissa, standing there. He says this would usually shock or scare him a bit. I always think this story is funny, but never thought it would happen to me. Well, this morning I felt "the presence". I was still dreaming and suddenly it felt like someone was watching me. I rolled over, opened my eyes and "Good morning mama, You change my pull-up now?"