What Are You Trying To Say?

My heart is about to beat out of my chest.

I am so freaked out right now.

I was sorting through the books on my coffee table when I picked up a notebook that was occupying one of the corners. I was holding it upside down when I noticed a small word scrawled across the bottom of the page.

Suddenly I could feel the blood draining from my face as the black letters stared up at me...letters that appeared foriegn...letters that didn't seem as if they had been born from my hand.

I couldn't move.

Instead, I tried to wrap my brain around what I was looking at and come to some sort of rational conclusion as to how it had come to be there. I know it wasn't there when I bought the book, I'm certain of that. So that led to my initial and most frightening thought, which was that someone had been in my apartment and this was a mind game.

After some serious thinking and an even more serious examination of the 3 locks on my door, I am choosing to rule out the first theory.

The only other possibility was that I had written it some time in the night. I am notorious for having strange dreams and occassionally I'll wake in the middle of the night and hastily scribble notes so that I can recall the dream the next morning. If that's the case, it could explain the unfamilar handwriting. The only bump in this theory is that in all the years that I have been waking up to scrawl notes...I have never written only a single word. Ever.

Yet here it is. One little word.

Carrying so much weight.