STRANGE AND EERIE
At 4 a.m. I’d awakened with a start. A tree limb kept scratching at the windowpane, making me jumpy. Even Snowball, appeared edgy. I finally gave up on sleep and went down to the kitchen to fix a cup of hot cocoa. Maybe it’d take the jitters away and I could finally get some shut-eye.
Moments later, with my piping-hot cocoa in my favorite heart mug, I went outside to the back garden. A light breeze tossed my hair and the air smelled of crepe myrtle. I drew in a deep breath. I loved this garden. It gave me a sense of serenity and peace. I’d never get enough of this luscious patch if I lived to be a hundred.
I sat at the small table and sipped on my cocoa. My eyes washed over my mug. When I was a young child, my dad bought a mug much like this one for me. It meant more t
