Sunday chill out
When I woke up last Sunday, I checked my phone and found an sms from Locky (sent about an hour before): “hey hope the show was good I was up at double island”. Dammit, that means I have to excuse him - there’s no phone reception at Double Island Point. Although the message was rather impersonal, at least he smsd. I replied with: “Hey yeah the show was pretty good. Hope u had fun up at double island, it was gorgeous weather 4 it J”. And that was it.
I met up with Miss Teacher, Miss Vegan, Miss Mauritius and InYerFace down at Mooloolaba in the afternoon, they were hanging out with BeachBabe’s brother and some of his mates. The plan originally was to go to Friday’s to play pool, but one of the boys had been refused entry for some reason. It wasn’t long before we headed back to Miss Teacher’s place, where Djembo Man joined us, to watch a DVD. InYerFace chose a movie she’s seen over and over, but just loves, “The Eyes That Watched God”. It’s a movie commissioned by Oprah made from her favourite book and it stars Halle Berry. Set in the early 1900s it’s the story of a young black woman (Berry) and her growth through her life and loves. It’s quite a touching and inspirational story and I enjoyed it, though it would have been more touching and inspirational if a drunk InYerFace hadn’t sat through it telling us how great the movie was, and how much she loved it, and how gorgeous Halle Berry is and look at her hair and watch this bit it’s so great, and note what he says here cos you’ll need to remember it later and how great is this movie and oh I love it so much … you get the idea. Lol.
Straight after the movie I headed home and had a quiet night in. But that night in bed I started to have another one of my episodes again. Just as I was falling asleep I started to hear the buzzing sound, it was getting louder and louder, and I felt like I was falling again. For some reason, the image of Miss Teacher and Miss Vegan popped into my head and the part of my mind that was still in real time registered a flash of worry - why was I picturing them in the middle of this? As quickly as it came, the buzzing stopped and all was back to normal.
Then as I tried to fall back asleep, I heard someone walking towards me. I thought it was mum but when I tried to turn and look I found I couldn’t move my body. It was happening again but in a different way, no buzzing. The presence got closer, and I felt the side of my bed move like someone had climbed on (I was laying on my left side and the depression in the bed was behind me). I tried to say something, still thinking it was mum coming to check on me (though it would be odd that she would climb onto the bed - she would be worried about waking me up), but I still couldn’t move … except to blink … always to blink. I could hear the breathing and then could feel the breath around my ear as whatever it was leant over me. Then all of a sudden the fugue snapped and I whipped around to see what was there.
Nothing, of course. I was on my own in the room, no mum, no horrifying face of a dead person next to me, nothing. Despite that, I was calm, I wasn’t even breathing heavily. I turned back onto my left side, whispered good night to my father and fell promptly asleep. But the feeling still lingers with me a week on.