Tis the Season
On this rainy, cold, dark Tuesday morning, my alarm went off extra early as I have meetings with London today, and that eight hours time difference is making me blue.
There I lay in my dark room, pondering my life and what it might take to get me up and out of the bed. The Good Man slept quietly next to me.
I froze in place when I heard outside my window a low moaning sound. It was a little otherworldly. It started very quiet and then grew in volume.
Well. I’m a child of New Mexico. You know what I thought, right?
I’m not even kidding. I started *freaking out*. La Llorona here? In California? Did she follow me here? Does she live here now too?
My heart began racing as I remembered all the nights as a child I lay awake in my bed listening for La Llorona, straining my ears to hear, swearing I’d be ready to fight off her ethereal form and survive her grisly plans.
I clenched up, my stomach hurt, I bent to listen as the wailing increased in intensity. That bitch wasn’t going to get either me or The Good Man. Hell no!
And then the wailing became very loud, following by a hiss and a loud “RRRROOOWWWR!”
Oh wait, it’s just two cats fighting.
Sure. Ok. Right. I knew that all along. I’m a grown up. I’m a good kid. I’m in control of this stuff.
Relief washed over me. I joked to the now awake Good Man “what a sound to wake up to, huh?” and chuckled like my body wasn’t raging with adrenaline.
I got up to face my work day, pack my lunch, have some breakfast and shook my head at myself.
In my defense, a chilly, damp, dark October day….that’s La Llorona season. I’m just sayin’…..
: shudder :
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