A worshiper

~Noelle~ 

My talk with Opal helped me snap out of my funk. Though I was starting to realize that she was right. My pregnancy would not be the same as the other. From the changes to my body, to the nightmares things should have depressed me. Instead, I fought against all of them. Tugging my pants on, one leg at a time each morning. I shuffled out of my room at twelve noon, Milo was taking a nap. And I was doing the same, I should have been doing the same but unfortunately a nightmare caught me off guard. My heart was palpitating. 

That woman, whoever she is. She's not going to attack me physically. My gut is telling me that. She's been sneaking in a spiritual way. I've heard her laughing, had my hair pulled and tripped twice. Each time, I brushed it off as if it was normal.