I went to sleep, mild fever.
Did one of those half-wake-up things about two hours ago, just as it was darkening.
Felt my cat on my legs, warm, breathing. I reached down to pet her... view of her blocked by the comforter.
Ruffled her fur for a bit, felt her shift, scratch an itch, twist.
I settled back down a little bit, nestled into my pillow, still scratching her.
My eyes catch something briefly in the haziness:
my cat, sitting on my computer monitor.

What is on my legs?

I can't bring myself to look. I'm suddenly seven again, afraid to make a noise, even the little clicking sound with my tongue which would bring Persephone over to me.
Weight shifts again. I realize it's bigger than she would be.
A little noise is made. Persephone begins to stumble off the monitor.
Weight on my legs shifts again.
Holding my breath this whole time.
Weight suddenly gone off my legs as Persephone makes a little agitated miaouw and hops on the bed.
Something hits the wall.

I sit up. Persephone curls in my lap, looking at the wall by my bed, where the noise was.
All the doors and closets are shut.
I finally build up the nerve to get out of bed, turn on the light, look under furniture.
Nothing.

Doubt I'll be back to sleep for a while.

current mood: creeped.