miracles

Helen stood in the doorway pondering her next move.
They keys to the front door stuck to the palm of her hand,
reminding her that her form was still on earth.
She looked down at her hand, it was the briefest of seconds,
but it seemed like she had held that position for a long time.

She stuck the skeleton key into the keyhole and it slid into place.
She turned the key and she heard the click.
The door swung .open and she walked in.

All five feet four inches of her were shaking.  She shoved the
skeleton key back into her jacket pocket and then walked
through the living room to the kitchen.

Once inside the kitchen she turned on the light .  Everything
seemed in place.  Motionless but for a moment she took off
her jacket and hung it over one of the four withe wooden
chairs that surrounded the circular table of pine.

Helen pulled out a chair and pondered her next move.  Tinkerbell,
her black feline cat looked at her quizzically from the corner of where
the icebox was and then moseyed over to see what was going on
with Helen.

She curled up at Helen's feet.

"Hello Tinkerbell," said Helen.   She reached out and patted
the cat on its head and then let her hand glide along the cat's
smooth soft back.  "At least you seem to be real."

  Tinkerbell shook her head and stretched lengthwise at  Helen's feet.

Helen straightened up and tapped the table with her nails.  For a few
seconds that was the only sound in the house tap tap tap.

"What am I going to do?"

Tinkerbell looked up, found that Helen wasn't talking to her and put
her head back down again on Helen's red patent leather shoe.

Helen cast another glance at the cat and shook her strawberry blonde
hair which came to rest on the white collar of her silk blouse.

She reached for a napkin from the oversized napkin holder on the table.
She grabbed it and blew her nose.

Tinkerbell looked up once again sensing that Helen was having a bit
of a hard morning and got up and rubbed herself against Helen's leg.

The gesture was not lost on Helen and she bent down picked up the cat
and laid her in her lap.

There, there, Tinkerbell everything will be all right.   You are right I'm
having a bit of a day.

Helen had just past her 22nd birthday two weeks ago and that's when
all the strangeness had started.  It wasn't a bad strangeness, but she
didn't know what to make of it.