Startled, I sat up in bed. “Scott–did you hear that? I just heard glass breaking,” I whispered. My heart was pounding uncontrollably. Living in a 227-year-old house, I’m well-accustomed to the quirky noises that it makes, but this was different.
“You were dreaming. It’s nothing,” he assured me.
“I was not dreaming,” I hissed. I heard glass breaking….I’m sure of it!”
“It’s probably nothing,” he said dismissively.
Scott wasn’t taking this seriously, probably because he hadn’t heard the noise. But, I was totally panicked. Let me just say, the frontal lobe of my brain, you know–the area where rational thought and logic live…..well, mine had completely. shut. down. I was now guided by the oldest part of the brain, sometimes referred to as the reptilian brain…you know—the one in charge of fight or flight. I stated again, in as serious of a…
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