FUCK, I felt the bed shift and once again, when my mind cleared enough I discovered I’m frozen in place.
I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that this isn’t normal and it’s not been a dream.
What it is I’m not quite sure.
This evening before I went to bed I set up my dressing mirror against the wall facing the foot of my bed.
This would allow me to see everything from the foot of the bed upward.
I think this was a big mistake.
As she began crawling up the bed I could see her from the rear.
As she shifted around something caught my eye.
As her shoulders moved from side to side there was a shimmering that became visible only when the light and her body were in the right position.
Squinting my eyes what I saw was a pair of wings.
They were as thin and transparent as those of a cicada.
I didn’t stop to wonder why I could only see them in a reflection and then not very well at that.
As I looked at her this evening she seemed to have taken on a more substantial more solid appearance.
There was less of a wispy nature to her.