Nothing out of the ordinary happened to me during the day. No fleeting visions at the corner of my eye nor emotions changed. Just a day at work, nothing unusual. I guess the business of the day allowed me some form of distraction from the altered states.
It was not until later in the evening while I was having a late snack with Mitchell downstairs at the dining table that I saw what appeared to be a sparkle of light moving rapidly into my belly (maybe the solar plexus area anyways), it was so quick that I hadn’t noticed it until the last second. The size of the spark of light was tiny. A few moments later I felt an odd sensation that I can only describe to feel between a sense of dread and calmness. If something can be bitter sweet then it certainly what I felt then.
Anyways, I couldn’t for the life of me associate the feeling with what I was thinking at the time. The feeling just came about. Alas nothing happened for it to be a precursor.
We toddled along upstairs to my bedroom, and me being the first to enter, saw a moth flying about. My instant reaction was to duck and leave the room as quick as I entered it. And Mitchell following behind me did not see the moth and said it probably be my imagination. Imagination, hmmm I reckon it entered back into where it came out from. The air conditioner vent on the ceiling.
