Thoughts from Crow Cottage (My Main Blog.)
crowbelle's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I Know It's Kind of Late... I KNOW IT'S KIND OF LATE... I just had to tell you this little true story. The night before last, I was asleep in my bed. The dogs sleep on the floor of the bedroom. It was warm and Whitby had been restless. Emmalee sleeps the whole night thru with no problems. It was around 2:30 a.m. or so. I was in a deep sleep, dreaming. Dead to the world. But I had fallen asleep with my headphones in my ears, tuned to the Red Sox station where I had been listening to the game earlier. After the Red Sox game is over, the station plays "oldies" songs. So the stage is set. It's dark. About 2:30 in the morning. Paul is sound asleep. I am sound asleep. Emma is sound asleep on the floor. Unbeknownst to us, Whitby is awake and restless. She comes over to the side of the bed where my arm is dangling out from under my duvet, and she licks my hand.... The lick slowly brings me from deep sleep into slight consciouisness... At the very same second I came into slight consciousness, and with my eyes still closed shut on the world, and Whitby licking my hand, I suddenly heard in my headphones Jim Croce's voice just beginning this song - singing these words: Well, I know it's kind of late Honest to God. (My brain heard the stuff about her needing to go out, but the words to that song seemed to just fit what she was thinking, and it couldn't have been orchestrated more perfectly.) Just then, Paul was standing in the doorway, and I thought he was a spirit come to haunt me. I looked up and asked if he would take them out...he said yes, he was doing that, and I fell back to sleep and into dreamland. Was that funny, or what? Cheers, Bex 6:19 am - 16 August 2006 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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