Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Scaring Myself Silly
As I'm checking to make sure the sliding glass door is locked, I start imagining that there is someone out there. Watching me. He knows I'm alone. He knows I don't have anything but our bat, Big Red, under the bed. After I get started with those thoughts, I'm frantic. Throwing all of the curtains closed, running up the stairs, slamming bedroom doors. I hopped onto the bed, threw the covers over my head and prayed to just go to sleep and to stop thinking about it. When I told Mark about it when he called, he just laughed at me. I told him that I hope he gets bitten by a bedbug and to shut up!
I know that I can easily get myself worked up over nothing. I have an overactive imagination, I always have. This is the not the first time I've managed to scare myself and ended up getting laughed at by my husband. I hope it's the last time though. My heart can't handle it!