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.