One of my very best friends had come to visit me. At this time, Idina was away somewhere (I can't quite remember where). So I slept in my own bed, while my friend (who I'll call Shae) slept in Idina's bed.
I got to sleep pretty quickly, since my day had been pretty exhausting. But at 4:00 or so, I woke up...to the sound of someone doing sit-ups in bed.
Sit-ups in Idina's bed. I got the eerie feeling of déjà vu.
Shae was in Idina's bed...doing sit-ups at 4:00 in the morning. Just like Idina.
For a long time, I lay frozen in bed. I didn't know whether I should call my friend out on her odd behavior or not, so I did nothing. As always happens when I get anxious, my stomach roiled with nausea. I was shaking. No, no, no! This couldn't be happening!
God sent the merciful hand of sleep to claim me.