Angel Whispers

The house is dark and quiet except for an almost silent whooshing in the air – what is that?  Is it the house breathing in and out?  I am overly tired and the lull of the indoor airstream tugs at my imagination.  I cannot allow myself to get spooked.  So tired I feel myself creeping into sleep but one eye wants to stay open, keep vigilant.  I murmur a Memorare for protection from whatever might be hovering.  I am slipping into the envelope of the time and space continuum.

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