Chapter 15

I looked from Emma to Fred and blinked several times and let out a huge sigh.

This was crazy…maybe not really crazy, crazy, according to Fred but…you know…crazy.

It appears I have a talking cat…who is talking to my guardian angel named Fred who also talks…and…

I glanced over at the clock on my night table.  Crap!  It was almost 2:00 a.m. and I have to be up at 7:00 to get ready for work.  I had the early shift at  The Book Shop tomorrow.

“No you don’t,” said the all-knowing Fred.

“Margo closed the shop because of the snow storm.”

“Oh, right, right,” I answered quickly, remembering and then thought, does he know everything?

“Yes.  I do.” said Fred…and it sounded like he was smiling…if guardian angels can smile…that is.

“Well look,” I said very slowly, trying to remain calm, trying to wrap my mind around this completely nutso night.

“I don’t want to dismiss the importance of you,” I said as I pointed to Fred.

“Or you, Emma,” I said as I scratched my little cat under her chin.

“But I do need to get some real sleep after this strange dream…so…good night, sleep tight, sweet dreams…it’s been fun.”

And I carefully laid back down on my pillow…somewhat sure of my sanity.

“Not a dream,” Fred whispered very softly.  “Not a dream.”

I took a deep breath and then another and then closed my eyes.  After a few minutes, I ever so slowly opened them and peeked over at the corner of my bedroom.

Fred was gone!!!!  It was a dream!  I knew it!  Thank God!!!

“Shall I pass that on to Him in person?” asked Fred as he floated in from the hallway.

Fuck.