Spooks

Right, so...everything's been going all right in my life until last night.

I had fed the cat before I went to bed to ensure I wouldn't be woken up by the usual middle-of-the-night meowing. But at around 3 am, my bed began moving around in a strange fashion. I turn around to see what's going on. Matt was sleeping over, but he was fast asleep as usual. I presumed it was the cat rustling around, but he wasn't there either.

So I lay back down, too tired to really care much. But there it came again - that weird bed shaking. This time I sit up quite thoroughly, in order to get a really good view of the situation.

No cat. Matt's still fast asleep.

Well, now I gotta pee. So I get up, pee, and then return. Normally the cat will follow me into the bathroom, hoping I'll follow him to his food dish - but he never appears. When Matt stays over, it takes the cat a little longer to harrass me since he is skiddish of strangers (even ones that have been over on a regular basis for two years).

Anyway, I lay back down for the third time. After a little while, Matt starts moving around - I figure I had woken him up. He looks me in the eye and asks me if I'm okay. I find that really odd - how does he know that I'm freaked out right now? I explain to him what happened.

We're talking at the breakfast table about the fact that he was so intuitive to know I was worried. He says he knew something was up, because I was vigorously rolling around, and then poked him in his sleep.

As far as I know, I was wide awake, so who was poking him? That was when I started to get a little scared. And then a lot scared.

I'm easily spooked. I'll be sleeping with the lights on for at least the next week.