Voices in the night

Oct 14, 2013

Last night, as I was falling asleep, I heard a soft, distant voice calling a name of someone not in the house.

A couple of hours later, I woke, thinking I had heard knocking at the door. I got out of bed, wandered downstairs and through the house, peered out the window in the front door, looked out back. I returned to bed, quickly fell asleep.

Another hour, and this time Erin had woken, nudging me to ask if I heard someone talking downstairs. Silence, and slumber once more.

Later, I dreamt about coyotes (I swear I’ve been hearing coyotes for real in the woods beyond the neighborhood) and wolves running around the house, stalking something, someone.

Just a crazy Sunday night of sleeping and dreaming, after a weekend of strong slivovitz with a friend, an early Halloween party (greeted by dolls’ heads on sticks and my daughter dressed as a vampire), tension in my community and work deadlines looming or past.

Earlier this summer, I recorded the coyotes out back, yelping and howling:

Anton Zuiker ☄