I was curled up in bed and I heard a noise. It sounded like it might be somebody at the door, but I was mostly asleep at the time. And then the cat bolted into the bedroom and jumped on the bed. His tail was all poofy, which means he’s freaked about something. But he’s a cat, so it could have been a random collision of air molecules that set him off. But the combination of the two things maxxed out my freak meter. After a couple minutes I was able to get my scaredy ass out of bed to check and there is definitely no one here but me and the cat (Barrett’s out of town). But I’m still completely freaked out, so I’m sitting in bed with the lights on, my phone next to me and a fucking sword in my lap. Because I have the most overactive imagination in the world.

And yes, I realize it’s ridiculous. I’ll calm down in a bit and go back to bed.