Seriously. Do you?
Recently, I have had a number of strange experiences where I think I see someone out of the corner of my eye. When I turn there is never anyone there, but I still feel like I missed someone. Or something.
And then, last night, I woke up to that same feeling. As if someone was in the apartment. I thought I heard something. But, of course, there wasn't anyone there. It could have been the wind that is still blowing after the storm. But, it's strange.
Even though it's an odd feeling -- there is something comforting about it. Perhaps it is because when I was a little girl, I was kissed good night every night by the ghost of my mother. She would come in and kiss me goodnight even after she died. She would brush my hair with her hand in that way that only a mother can and make me feel at peace. Something in me wonders if I am looking for that presence right now. Yearning for that feeling of peace.