I am fastidious about my pre-bedtime routine. This is dictated by my (bipolar) anxiety and OCD. In the living room, I make sure the TV is off, the lights are off and the door is shut. This is how it always is, how it always has been.
This morning I came downstairs and stopped when I saw the door open and lights on. My first thought was that I’d been burgled (unlikely as the house is as tight as a drum). But no, the lamp I always use was on and another lamp I seldom use was also on. The TV had switched itself off on the power-saving mode.
There was no sign of a break-in; windows were intact as were front and back doors.
This hasleft me feeling ill and uneasy all day. Thinking about it, I can guess only at two posible explanations:
Memory lapse (wouldn’t be the first) probably linked to the dissociation I have with my bipolar. Brief psychotic episode (again, wouldn’t be the first). Had I come downstairs in the night and watched TV or done something else? I have no history of sleep-walking.
It’s all very strange. Spooky action indeed.