Note: This tale is………………………..partly true…enjoy.
For as long as I can remember and that would be about 20 years…who really remembers the early years…I have always started my “sleep ritual” the same way…no matter how tired I was.
First I would lay on my right side for a couple of minutes, almost falling into the sweet bliss of sleep but…not quite…
Then I would slowly roll over on my left side, tuck my left arm under the pillow as I re-fluffed it a little more with my right hand and then lower my head and fall instantly asleep, waking only when my alarm buzzed in the morning.
Every. Single. Night.
Except…not THIS night.
THIS night I did not fall instantly asleep. THIS night for some inexplicable reason, I quickly flipped BACK over to my right side and in the oddity of bodily position change, my eyes flashed open and there it was in the corner of my bedroom…a 6-foot tall ribbon of blackness.
I knew right away it was not smoke. It was like a black, shimmering waterfall and it was about 3 feet wide. It was swaying from side to side but then it suddenly stopped.
I was afraid to blink and I was afraid not to. So, I just stared wide-eyed, completely forgetting to breathe. The always reassuring night-light still beaming softly from my bathroom.