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.