Another short story...I call it, "sheep are not very graceful"
I awake to a soft, monotonous buzz that was as a string of beads being pulled through a handkerchief between my index finger and thumb.. The powerfully bright glow of my digital alarm clock with it's oversized stupid numbers actually brought a twinge of pain to a place behind my eyes.
I laid awake remembering or realizing the sound I heard was not really part of a dream I was just having. I noticed a faint light on the wall in the next room. Not a bright light but what may be described as another shade of the darkness. A glow with a slight flicker like toy army soldiers passing between a lit match and my eyes.
I quietly arose to follow that sound and the light into the next room which I know as my living room. I slowly stepped to the archway separating the kitchen and the room I presently occupy peeking around the corner. With my heart thumping and half awake self, I came upon all of my cats... all four of them sitting in a square facing what I saw as a diamond shape of light, spinning slowly in mid-air at their eye-level making the awakening sound...There expressions were of calmness and normal carefree demeanor but intent on the object in front of them...A creak from a floor board beneath my foot caused the light to cease from existence and my cats to continue on with their normal cat duties...Two walked toward their food dishes while another sat to clean itself while the last looked directly at me and meowed once as to say hello...
I don't know how long it was I stood there motionless...I know that sound all too well now...I've heard it twice more since then but pretended not to...ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen...fifteen.....sheep are not very graceful...sixteen...seventeen...
