My pentacle came back last night.
I have this necklace that has an open back, its just a curve of metal that hugs the neck, and I switch out the pendants that hang upon it. When I sleep the pendants usually come off in the night, but I dont sweat it because I always find them in the bedsheets come morning. At least, until the morning my pentacle dissapeared.
Of course I searched the bedsheets and looked under the bed, no success. And since then, I have washed eery sheet on the bed so that at one point it was stripped bare. No pentacle appeared. A month or two later I was finally starting to get worried and vowing to tear the room apart for it when it finally happened. I threw a book and a bag on the bed. I settled back to watch TV. I look over and there, half hidden under the bag (a bag that entered my house about two days ago from the bookstore) sits my pentacle, minding its own business and acting innocent.
There is NO WAY I could have missed this. I entertained the idea it was caught in the pillows, but those pillows have been fluffed and re-fluffed and all over the bed, including a bit of mangling by a guest. It just appeared, there is no way it could have been there, hiding, not that I can figure.
And just when I started thinking my life was incredibly, banally normal.
I wonder what's up now?
I have this necklace that has an open back, its just a curve of metal that hugs the neck, and I switch out the pendants that hang upon it. When I sleep the pendants usually come off in the night, but I dont sweat it because I always find them in the bedsheets come morning. At least, until the morning my pentacle dissapeared.
Of course I searched the bedsheets and looked under the bed, no success. And since then, I have washed eery sheet on the bed so that at one point it was stripped bare. No pentacle appeared. A month or two later I was finally starting to get worried and vowing to tear the room apart for it when it finally happened. I threw a book and a bag on the bed. I settled back to watch TV. I look over and there, half hidden under the bag (a bag that entered my house about two days ago from the bookstore) sits my pentacle, minding its own business and acting innocent.
There is NO WAY I could have missed this. I entertained the idea it was caught in the pillows, but those pillows have been fluffed and re-fluffed and all over the bed, including a bit of mangling by a guest. It just appeared, there is no way it could have been there, hiding, not that I can figure.
And just when I started thinking my life was incredibly, banally normal.
I wonder what's up now?
laputa64:
weird.