I rolled onto my back and moaned. I know what it means when I wake up like that, bladder-attack. Instead of trying to ignore it, I decided to get it over with before I was too wide awake. Easier to slip back into my cozy coma afterwards. The room was half lit from all the night lights littering the light sockets, so it was easy to see the interesting cloud of water standing in front of my closet. I sat up and squinted unabashedly at the intruder. I blinked away the dryness causing my eyelids to stick, then walked over to the blob. It was as tall as Haven in all his five years, but much broader, in a Cousin It sort of way. It was like looking through water. Fascinated, I stood about a foot from it and questioned nonchalantly, "What are you doing here? What are you?".

It oozed towards the bed in an upward motion, taking on more of a figure of a being as it rose, leaving a thin tail behind. I stared after it, not sure where it went. It headed in the direction of my sleeping grandson. He was still snoring and flopping around, as usual. I wasn't frightened at all. I turned back to where it had stood, sure enough,and it was still there. It didn't actually move at all. It was more like a splitting cell. One became two.

"I didn't mean to scare you," I stepped over to my dresser and fumbled for my digital recorder, "Oh crap...I took it to the store, it's still in my bag in the back room". I plodded through the house knowing it would be gone by the time I got back for proof. I walked in the room and immediately noticed the air had gotten considerably warmer. I turned it on anyway and asked some questions while waving it around the room, then slowly made my way down the hall and into the living room in search of my new friend. Over in the corner, some sort of black cloud was milling around my guitar. I have an aversion to black entities, so I didn't march over there, or confront it. A watery cloud the size of a kindergartner is one thing, but black mists can lead to larger, darker things. I've always felt it's best not to bring attention to yourself when confronted with an entity of questionable character. You know, ignorance is bliss and all.

I marched right past and into the kitchen for a drink of water. feigning disinterest. I returned to my room, examined it carefully, then slipped under the covers. Havens body was warm, and still groping for position perfection. I chuckled quietly, pushing him back over to the far side of the bed. I waved my recorder around a little more before turning it off. Thinking to myself, why does all the neat stuff happen when I'm not prepared to catch it on film or tape?

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