"An ORB, a Streetlight & Me....by Julianna Rowe

 An ORB, a Streetlight & Me......... by Julianna Rowe  

I woke up at 5 a.m., which means I opened my eyes in the dark. And when you open your eyes in the dark, what do you see? Usually nothing, or maybe a slight reflection from a streetlight, which isn't particularly romantic at that hour. But this morning I saw a large, blurred, round blob on the ceiling. It wasn't the first time I've seen something unusual up there, but this blob was different from my usual million-star shadow, which I've only seen twice before. Anyway, although seeing a million-stars shadow moving across one's bedroom during the night deserves considerably more than my, “anyway.” Okay, back to the blob. So what does a person do when they see a dark shadow on the ceiling at five in the morning? I spoke to it. I told it that if it was from the dark side of creation, it wasn't welcome. But if it was from the light side, as in Grandma, Grandpa or such, sure, stay on. 

I could use some company and possibly a few life instructions. Helpful hints. Maybe an avenue or two away from destruction. Okay, that was a bit dramatic, but so was the big beautiful blur on my ceiling. The conversation continued. I asked the blur whether I should go to Costco this morning or wait until Monday. I asked how much I should pay on a certain,and my only used, credit card. No panic, it's only at $800. I explained to the blob that I am not one of those impulse buyers unless I am at the grocery store, where I routinely come home with crazy foods, eat a little bit of them and eventually send them bye-bye to the trash. I really need to start using Instacart or whatever that delivery thing is so I don't overbuy food. So far, the blob had offered absolutely no financial guidance. Next came the obvious question: “Who are you?” Then I became a bit more threatening. “You better be here to help me.” No response. We discussed whether I should do the dishes before leaving for Costco, whether I should get the car washed today, and how I mustn't forget to call all the monthly debitors and give them my new card number because of the recent fraudulent use of my pretty little bank card. Still nothing. Frankly, for a possible visitor from another dimension, the blob was a terrible conversationalist. I even took photos to see whether the camera might reveal one giant orb or several little orbs, maybe the whole dead family had come to visit. I took four big beautiful photographs that turned out to be four big beautiful photographs of black. Nada. Nothing. No orbs. I was thoroughly disappointed. No Grandma. No Grandpa. Apparently nobody from the other side had shown up for my five-a.m. staff meeting. Eventually, without any help whatsoever from the blob, I decided I was going to Costco, so I got up and got ready. Oh, and by the way, I figured out what the blob was. It was a reflection coming through the door, around the corner, straight down the hallway from the living room, where I'd left the curtain open and a streetlight had somehow made its way all the way back to my bedroom to visit me on this fine morning. So there you have it. I spent part of my morning discussing finances, groceries, dishes, deceased relatives and life decisions with a reflection from a streetlight. Still, when you live alone, it was rather nice having someone to talk to when I woke up. I don't think I'll do it again, though. Now that I know who he is, our relationship has lost some of its mystery.

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