As I wander through somewhat aimlessly in an existence riddled with multiple possibilities around every corner, I can't help but wonder where I'd be if I hadn't been decisive. I can feel the subtle reminders of being grounded and the role psychological gravity plays.
I believe somewhere in there is also the capability to be normal but know one is very far from that capacity at the same time. There are other things I find absolutely ludicrous, but only where I am concerned.
The cat woke me again, her yelling this time was worse than the last time. I saw nothing, heard nothing, sensed nothing. Still, the insistent bite on my hand was enough to make me somewhat wary of the situation. I assume I will have to locate a tool for sensing. As I walked back to my bed, dismissing her claims, I felt her little but sharp teeth dig into me, attempting to pull me by my calf muscle.
Sometimes, my little calico familiar is too dramatic.
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