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Now, back to business! On Monday, Marley talked about seeing what might have been the ghost of her recently passed dog. I am going to share about a ghostly pet-type experience I may or may not have had, too...even though I didn't SEE anything!
Years ago, I had a unusual and effective “space sharing” agreement with a screenwriter friend. I’d just gotten my first full-time job and was anxious to move out on my own, but didn’t have enough money yet for my own place. He’d been finding the rent on his office--an adorable one-room bungalow--a little steep. And since his landlord was easy-going, we agreed to “space share,” with me kicking in part of the rent, and occupying the bungalow after business hours.
I bought a sofa bed, and my independent life was launched. We both tried to be considerate: I made sure I didn’t leave my “unmentionables” out, and he never showed up until I was out-the-door each morning.
But the one thing we never discussed--something I didn’t tell anyone for a long time--was that things got a little weird in there at night. After I’d pulled out the bed, and turned out the lights, I would feel the strangest thing…the burrowing or nesting of something against me, like, well, a small curled-up animal.
Now, I come from a “cat family.” I’d spent much of my life with one or more sleeping against me. I knew the feeling. And I knew that for the most part, if I changed positions, a cold or cuddly cat would merely readjust, as well, as snuggle back in.
And what’s what made this so strange. If I moved or flipped over, there would be this pause of some seconds, and then I swore, I’d feel the pressure again in a slightly different spot. But when I reached my hand down to touch the space or when I flipped on the light, nothing was there.
I lay awake, night after night, wondering…intrigued…and a bit freaked out. I finally decided it was one of two things: the ghost of an animal (particularly, a cat) who was happy to find a sleeping human in this predominant office neighborhood; or that there was something weird with the contours of the pull-out sofa mattress.
So, flash forward a few months, and I had enough money to move into my own apartment (with an actual kitchen and bedroom). I bought a bed, too, and honestly, forgot about the “ghost.”
Until I had some guests and gave them my bed. I spent a few nights on the sofa bed, and realized, rather vaguely, that something seemed missing. No matter my position, number of blankets or pillows, I never felt that cuddle-up pressure again. Not then, nor for the next several years when I occasionally slept on the sofa bed.
And that’s where my story ends. Any thoughts? Any similar experiences?
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