Tick Tock

She didn't understand.  Couldn't.  But these were left outside her door in the early morning.  She vased them when she awoke.

Her version of not so shabby chic.  Refreshing. Clean.

It was only last night when she decided to rearrange her living room.  It is a Scorpio thing.  Definitely.  Then she noticed the clock on the floor.  The pendulum off.  And fingerprints on the glass.  But who?

The clock had lost three hours.  She did remember hearing a door opening.  The dogs were unusually quiet.  Even drowsy.  She had to wake them up.

Beth wondered.  Why?

Last night she was up late.  Scrubbing all the pots and pans the movers took.  She wanted them spit spot now.  A new beginning.  More open.

She had seen the shadow of a form she couldn't make out in the early hours ~ about 3 p.m. or so.  Hovering over her bed.  It was not human.  More like a ghost.  She remembered what it said.

"Listen, look, learn.  There is a whole new world out there.  Welcome. "

Beth queried the voice in her sleep.

"Who are you.  Were you harmed?  Why are you here?"

"To ease the way," the voice whispered.

Jessy, her cocker spaniel began to whine ever so softly. And sleepy.  Jessy rarely whines. 

Beth knew something was up.