NIGHT IMAGININGS

I went to bed thinking about my blog.

Today I was going to post about starting to write a synopsis.

Somewhere between thinking about signing up for an on-line course offered on the Story Sensei blog by Camy Tang and obsessing that I have to write a synopsis, I fell asleep.

And then . . .

3:00 AM.

(Isn’t that the witching hour?)

I woke up with a start. . .

Hearing a woman scream!

Normally I can always fall right back to sleep . . .

But the woman’s scream disturbed me.

Was it real?

Or did I just dream it?

Then I heard her scream again.

Her short yelp tore through the still blackness beyond my window.

I was wide awake now.

Who was she?

Where was she?

Was she outside?

I couldn’t tell.

On this clear, brisk and frigid night . . .

With the moon almost full .  .

Perhaps the wind carried her scream from blocks away.

Or maybe she was inside one of the apartments here in the complex.

What made her scream?

Who made her scream?

I waited to see if I would hear her again . . .

Or would I hear sirens?

Tossing and turning in my bed.

I finally dozed off . . .

Only to wake up . . .

OW!

My right calf felt like Jaws was biting it!

And my left foot was arching unnaturally downward looking like a goat hoof!

LEG AND FOOT CRAMPS!

I jumped out of bed, walked around, and thankfully the cramping stopped.

I was OK.

And then I thought of the woman.

Would I hear about a homicide on the morning news?

A rape?
Or would she become one of the many abused women whose screams stifle with the rising sun?

Where is she this morning?

What is she doing?

I always like my blogs to be lighthearted.

But truthfully?

I can’t get this woman off my mind.

And being that I always write what’s on my mind . . .

She is what I’m writing about this morning . . .

She . . . 

Whoever you are . . .

I hope you are OK.

Always, Em-Musing