When we first moved to Port Townsend, we moved into the Captain Brown apts. on Polk St. We lived in a roomy basement apartment there.
We three shared a full sized mattress in the big dark bedroom, my two year old daughter, my almost four year old son, and me.
My daughter always snuggled in close to me.
She didn't say anything, but must have felt scared. I felt scared in that place.
So did others who would walk past talking about how that is the building 'I was always afraid to go in to'.
After time (we were only there a year), we each had our own bed, still in the same room.
One night I woke up and looked up at the front of my bed,
and saw my daughter standing there, looking timid.
I thought she'd had a bad dream, and was coming to get into my bed.
I raised up, she didn't say anything, or climb into the bed.
I reached out to her, but she backed up slightly.
She was wearing her favorite Pluto pajamas (I still have those).
I said her name as I reached out to her, but, I couldn't seem to touch her - my hand went right through her image.
Then, I didn't see her.
I heard her give a deep sigh across the room, over in her bed.
And, I remembered she had gone to bed wearing her blue Holly Hobbie gown, not the Pluto pj's.
I deduced she had 'projected;, felt afraid, and went back to sleep when I said her name.
I did not dream that, I was fully awake.
