I really do need to work on my stealth. Once again, I got up around four-thirty in the morning and was busted sneaking out of the bedroom and down the hall to my study so I could journal about a dream I had, which was rather disturbing because the dream had snakes in it.
But… As it worked out… The pitter patter of feet that came in behind me as I wrote was a welcome sound. The hands on my shoulders and the hair brushing my face as Julia leaned down to kiss the top of my head as I typed had a very calming effect, too.
So… Maybe I shouldn’t work too hard on my stealth. She’s never once yelled at me for getting up at the crack of dawn to write stuff down.
When I was finally done typing, she had wordlessly motioned with my hand in hers towards the couch, which we both walked over to and sat down on. Then she asked, “Is everything ok?” and I nodded.
Then she kind of giggled softly and gave my arm a squeeze saying, “I don’t like snakes either. In the house… Outside the house… Live or in a dream… So… I totally get it.”
She then asked, “I’m guessing that you’re taking this dream as a warning of a meeting with somebody?” I nodded again.
She goes, “You know? In a way, it’s kind of cool when you stop and think about it.” “How so?” I asked.
She said, “Well… You get a warning that most people don’t.” I nodded, having a strong sense of where she was going with her thought and just slipped my arm around her shoulders.
She leaned into me, kissing me, and said, “Do you have anything else pressing you need to do at the moment?” I kind of chuckled and said, “Well… You know… I don’t even think most people are out of bed yet. So, no.”
Then she said, “Can a pretty girl interest you in a trip into the bedroom?” I looked at her for a long moment as if I was considering it and then she added, “I’ll take top.”
A couple hours later, I felt considerably lighter inside and out. The rest of the day was busy. But… We flirted with each other like a bunch of teenagers every chance we got.
I did get a text message with a set of coordinates from my good friends at the FBI and will be doing a Remote Viewing session for them in the next twenty-four hours. Hey! The text said, “No Rush.” So…
This evening we just kind of chilled and listened to the rain for the most part with a little bit of classical music playing in the background. And… Julia fell asleep. Running water… rain… Well, I think that kind of thing has an effect on both of us where that’s concerned. We both find thunderstorms, falling water, and water in general to be very relaxing for both mind and body.
And… I’m thinking it’s probably time to walk in the living room, pick her up off the couch, and maybe I can stealthily slip her in between the sheets without waking her up. I don’t know. I think I can pull it off, “Don’t you?”