brightlotusmoon | Being Alice: Slowly Electric

I don't know where it started. Couch or bathroom. I felt suddenly unreal. The room began to move away from me. The photos on the wall began to shift and change colors. The trees out the window moved in slow motion. The fan and the television slowed. The world slowed. Lightning in my head increased. There was slight pressure, not physical but psychic. I don't remember getting up or walking. I remember staring at the walls in the hallway, because Adam painted a mural on those walls when we first got the house. I remember watching Luna stare at me from the bathroom doorway. She meowed at me. She jumped up onto the stair ledge and sat there, and meowed, and when I stroked her, she nipped my hand and licked me. I don't remember anything else. I am back on the couch. My brain feels electric. Luna is with me. She is meeping now, instead of meowing. See, she only meows when she needs to get a human's attention. She keeps walking across my lap, rubbing her face against mine.

It will end in a moment and I will be fine.

My cats know. They always know. Thank you, my cats.

(For the record.)