What’s that you say?
Picture this…middle of the night something aroused me (ok, get it out of the gutter, I mean I woke up).
I opened the eye. No muggers or monsters. Just a cat shifting around in his bed.
But I see a tiny light.
Y’all know I’m OCD about some things. Little tiny lights are just on everything. Dishwasher saying the load is clean, washer saying get this in the dryer. Dryer saying unload me. Coffee maker, Microwave, anything you’re charging. Little tiny lights. Some red, some orange. Nice blue on the computer. 100s. In this house.
I’ve made a thread about it before, I believe.
But this is different.
I look and see a flickering light just under the edge of my dresser. I watch for a minute. I think I might’ve dozed awhile. When I opened my eyes it was gone. Oh…there it is. It moved down about 2 ft.
What?! Electronics don’t walk around.
Dang. I gotta investigate this.
I look for the tiny red light on my bedside flashlight always plugged to the charger. See the light from the clock. Press the time button, I know where is, by…you guessed it; a tiny light.
It’s 3:11am.
Got my flashlight. I kneel down and there’s no tiny light. Where’d it go?
Oh. It’s now on the side of the chest, I saw it move. WTH?
I saw the flickering yellow. I flipped on my flashlight and honest to God, wings were flapping making a big shadow on the wall.
I sat back on my butt, a bit concerned it was that mythical winged lizard man come to bite me. (Hey, I seen it on the TV, the CTers were very convincing).
Jumped up and turned on the lights and it was teeny wing-ed glowing fairy.
My new BFF!
high heels.
I didn’t know you cared so much.
