(from my 1996 journal)

I was in my bed in a one bedroom cabin, when I “heard” footsteps in the living room. I was more intrigued than frightened, focusing on how could someone be where I pictured this person, as to be in that place one would need to have entered via the kitchen, which was virtually impossible, as the kitchen was backed up against a rock wall.

So while I remained intrigued, the “person” advanced around the fireplace in the centre of the living room and headed towards my bedroom.

When I felt the “person” by my pillow (which was right inside the doorway of my small bedroom) I panicked for a moment thinking, sh*t Sharon what have you done, now there’s no way for you to escape, as the bedroom window did not open and the “person” was blocking the doorway.

Then I sensed that the “person” was a former romantic partner (who had in fact spent time in that bedroom with me) and I relaxed. “person” then walked along the side of my bed and came to a stop at the foot of the bed, asking if he could get into bed with me, he may even have said “just to cuddle” because i had the strong sense that we were discussing comfort not sex. I said “Yes X you can”.

So X climbed into bed behind me and snuggled up. As I was drifting off to sleep, I felt like X merged into me, behind my heart. My mind did kind of a “huh should I be afraid here”? but the rest of me felt relaxed so I went to sleep.”