My morning coffee must have been spiked, I felt different today, the weather was pleasant enough, the temperature was mild, I slept well except for some deep dreaming .In the dream, I was being followed and my dead aunt Donnie was there with me, the follower was there not in a fearful way, just a watchful sort of way, a distant same stare gaze of an animal in a new lair, little did I know, how true this was. I went into the kitchen and turned around to pour myself more coffee and sitting at the counter …………….a very large rabbit , he was eating a breakfast of vegetables and had no reaction whatsoever to my gasp , why was this hare in my kitchen ? Eating my food? Drinking my coffee? I was just ignored.
