The Paranormal and Astral Projection

i one night in the pretty dawn, looking round the room when i noticed her standing over my bed. She was leaning over to look at callam, but immediately at my right side. I always knew it was her, an she was recognizable, even in the dark, even in silhouette. But this time she seemed different. Her form was opaquely dark,. even in the relative light of the street lamps outside. She moved with a slowness that was almost imperceptible, like the minute hand of a watch. After what felt like several minutes, i decided to sit up and ask her what she was doing. As i did so, i saw her draw back slightly before disappearing