It was dark but not stormy but the wind was whistling through the window.
I was dreaming about my father and it isn't the first time this week that he's been in my dreams.
I can never remember the dreams just that he was in them and they aren't dreams full of sunbeams and light. They're always dark.
It might be just that I think of him a lot around Spring Racing Carnival.
But like I said, the dreams are dark.
So I woke up out of one last night and tried to grab hold of the image before it slipped away.
When my eyes were fully opened, I could see a glow near my dressing table, a golden glow.
I'm not one to get spooked much, not a lot unless I've been watching Dean in Supernatural.
The glow didn't move, just sat there glowing, with me watching.
Me thought it would be a good idea to put my glasses on to get a good look at the glow.
Stupid bloody glow-in-the-dark hair comb.