Reach4theshore’s Weblog

Recently, the pet I house inside my head turned in his sleep. A gentle turn. A shake of the leg, a twitch of the head – just enough to remind me he was there. I’m told the”leash” is holding, no seizures yet, no cause to panic.
Consequently, I’m not panicking. I am however not without worry. In fact, I think for the first time I’m the only honest descriptor of what I’m actually feeling is “fear”.
It’s an interesting place to be, a half-way house of sorts. I won’t stop long, there’s not a very positive vibe going on.