I’m a little freaked out.

I’ve written on this blog before about the sixth sense type connection I have with my husband Eric, and that my daughter Susanne has to animals and objects. I’m a believer in things my eyes can’t see, like the jumbie at our house in the Caribbean, Annaly.

One night recently while Eric was on a business trip and I was home with the three dogs, one cat, and two teenagers, our 125-pound yellow labrador retriever, Cowboy, woke me up at 3:00 a.m. barking like he was scared of and trying to scare offย  something. This is very unusual. Cowboy sleeps like the dead. He’s only woken up to bark two other times in my memory, and both times we thought he had frightened an intruder away. Once was on St. Croix, once was in Houston.

On a normal night, if we hear a funny noise, my job is to keep the bed warm while Eric slays the demons. On this night, Eric was 200 miles away. On a normal night, he’ll tell me to lock the door behind him and keep my cell phone in my hand. On this night, he wasn’t around to coach me.

Cowboy’s bark jerked me fully awake. I did not hesitate, waver, whimper, or even think. I jumped out of bed and ran to the other side of house, sans cell phone or weapon of any kind, toward the sound of my dog’s voice. He was pacing up and down an interior hallway between our side door, back door, and converted garage (which also had entrances to the driveway and backyard).

I heard loud footsteps upstairs. It took me several tries, but Clark finally answered me. “It’s me, Mom, I don’t know what woke me up.”

“Cowboy’s barking. It’s OK, go back to sleep,” I said.

My heart fluttered at the speed of hummingbird wings. What to do? I checked the locks on all the doors.ย  I turned on the lights to the backyard and to the driveway. Cowboy wagged his tail and stopped barking. I stroked his giant head. “Good dog, Cowboy.”

I returned to bed. The clock read 3:05 a.m.

Two hundred miles to the east in a Holiday Inn Express in Louisiana, Eric returned to bed, too. At exactly 3:00 a.m., he had jumped out of bed wide awake to confront what he felt sure was an actual intruding presence in his room. He had yelled “Yah” at the dark, then, a few eerie minutes later he had checked his lock.

Before I fell asleep, I texted him about what happened. Before he fell asleep, he texted me about what happened. We received each other’s texts at 3:06 a.m.

Eric thinks that what he felt in his room came from his connection to me. I think it’s possible. What do you guys think?

Pamelot

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