Dear diary,
It's the third day in a row that I woke up with the same weird feeling I wrote about yesterday and the day before. Gene was still asleep next to me, tossing and turning. That wasn't what woke me up, though, and I honestly can't say what did. I just remember the all too familiar sensation of being abruptly awoken by some silent force taking over my mind, body, and only morning off from work this week. Oh well, you know what they say, "the early Sim gets the leftovers," or whatever it is they say… Speaking of breakfast, I made some waffles for breakfast, again, and I burnt them, again. Seriously, I don't know what's wrong with this refrigerator we bought, but for 3,000 simoleons you'd think I could make more than waffles for breakfast and autumn salad for dinner. Ugh my life is a constant rotation of leftovers, and my burnt waffles were just the beginning of my terrible day.
After waking up with that weird feeling and a less than palatable breakfast to really kick start my day, I felt the urge to jump in the pool for a little fun and relaxation. I had swam a couple laps before this inexplicable sensation of paralysis – like I was frozen in a moment, time had stopped – had taken over my entire world. It's impossible to say how long I stayed like this, but when I came to, the pool ladder was gone. The pool ladder had vanished and I was trapped in the pool with no way to get out. I was going to drown, die of exhaustion trying to stay afloat, or whither away from hunger. My husband of three days, Gene, whom I barely knew a single thing about, whom I feel like I had just met three days ago, wouldn't have a freaking clue! He'd still be tossing and turning in bed upstairs, sleeping until 4pm because he had stayed up until 5am the previous night painting at his easel. He wouldn't spot the grim reaper sweeping around the beautiful, newly-installed pool in our perfectly groomed back yard that never seemed to grow or need weeding or pruning. I swam, quite literally, for my life. I just couldn't understand where the ladder had possibly gone, or the puzzling sensation I had felt for the second time in one single day. I swam in hopes of the ladder magically reappearing, Gene waking up, or the pool water drying up. None of those things happened, and my arms felt like jelly, I started going under. (But I guess since if there's actually someone reading this, you'll know I survived, or I'm writing from my new ghostly state!) Then, the time stopped, and it started again and the ladder was back.
These feelings of being controlled, things appearing, disappearing…I just don't understand them. Wonder if I'm going insane? They feel so real though! I guess I could talk to Gene about it, but that's kind of a weird topic to discuss with someone you feel you've just met, even if we are married. I guess I'll go think it through over a night lunch of leftover autumn salad, joy.
- Demetra