Dammit all to hell. My wishful thinking that it was just a hallucination failed me. As if I wasn’t having enough issues with sleeping, this certainly won’t help matters any. I found inarguable proof tonight in my pantry.
I’m having flashbacks to terrible, awful, horrifying memories of living in the trailer. I’m scared to reach for anything in my pantry. I have reverted to stomping through the kitchen, turning on all the lights, and banging on the walls as I approach.
I have a mouse (I prefer to think of it in the singular) in my house.