Still With Me

Days after Sasha's passing, I woke up to these marks on my bed. I smooth out my sheets before going to bed. The marks looked like paw prints to me so I took some pictures (with shakey hands, hence the quality). They started at the middle of my bed and walked off the foot of the bed. I tried to recreate the indentations with my own hands and feet to see if maybe I had made the marks myself without knowing it, but I couldn't recreate them so I am left believing/hoping Sasha came to visit me in my sleep...

I put this in surreal because it feels very surreal to me.

If you don't believe in such things, that's fine. I don't ask you to. I just ask you to take your skeptism with you and don't try to give it to a grieving heart.

Copyright 2006 kedralynn