The very first apartment I ever had on my own was nice, but always had this "heavy" feeling. I thought it was because I was living on my own for the first time.
On Valentine's day, my boyfriend met me at my apartment when I got home. I went into my room and saw that my bed was made, with pillows stacked on top. I never make my bed (rebellion issues). I thanked him-- but he had just gotten there and hadn't made the bed, either. We thought "freaky" and figured someone was messing with me.
About 2 months later, I got kittens, and boyfriend was allergic, so I locked them out of the bedroom. They slept in a basket in the bathroom, and I closed the door at night.. One night I went to sleep late (around 2 am) and woke early (6 am) to my kittens playing on my chest. Both the bedroom and bathroom doors were open. Also, there was one set of huge footprints going from my bed to the door and not any coming in.
at 11:36 PM on May. 5, 2009