#15

Things are getting worse. I got home from work today, and I saw Carrot.  I know she wasn't there, but I saw her.  She was standing on my kitchen table, just smiling at me with her eyes closed as usual.  Like she didn't have a care in the world, and didn't think it odd to be standing on a kitchen table.  I'd look away, and look back and she was still there.  Maybe it's lack of sleep. My nightmares are getting more frequent.  I'm going to call Dr. Harper.