There’s a distinct sense of unease that I am experiencing. I can’t quite put my finger on it. As though shadows flicker near the edge of sight. Almost there. Not seen.
It’s the sort of sense that I am not quite ready to pray for discernment about. Cowardly, I suppose.
I lay in bed last night and listened to the scritch-scritchscritchscritch of something I couldn’t define. Wouldn’t look for.
So I wait.