Last night, I had trouble getting off to sleep. Although I went to bed just after midnight, I had that feeling that sleep wasn’t going to come. Besides being unable to get the right level of heat in the bed, (too warm under the covers, too cold out of them) there was the constant sound of large numbers of geese flying overhead, honking away like car horns in some foreign city.
The geese were on the move, presumably heading away from whatever weather they dislike, to somewhere warmer and more suitable for their winter break.
By the time that aerial orchestra had stopped, I was half-sitting up, wide-awake, wondering whether or not to abandon attempts at sleep, and just get up again. Propped on my right elbow, in complete darkness, I suddenly heard a sound that I wasn’t expecting. The sound of a single ‘bounce’; unmistakably a ball, and almost certainly a tennis ball. That was followed by a slight impact on the top of my chest, through the duvet. It was enough to make me jump.
Then there was the sensation of a ball rolling down my side over the bedclothes, before coming to a stop resting against my left hip. Despite being aware that nobody else was in the bedroom, and that it was highly unlikely that someone could have thrown or hit a tennis ball into my bedroom, it was such a real sensation, that I put the bedside light on, to check if there was actually a ball beside me on the bed.
There was no ball there. I hadn’t really expected there to be one, but I had to look.
Regular readers will know that I do not believe in things like spirits, religion, the afterlife, and all things connected to those.
But not only did I clearly hear that bounce, I felt the ball too.