I Was Here

he bathroom with an urgent need to pee. I stand up, the bed sheet falls down to my legs and then drops on the floor. I make quic

r. Fuck, ghost. She wears white sleeveless top paired with a light blue pajama. Her black hair flows perfectly on her skinny shoulders. I watch how her almond shaped dark brown eyes grow

bed scared that I forget the need to pee. My heart beats with panic that could alm

cheekbone. Is she? I am certain she is the same woman I saw in my dreams last night. Who is she? What is

bird will be short of breath at any time. I can picture a bird choking to death, and it is disturbing. A dying bird, I thought. When I open my eyes the first thing I see is a tea kettle. White smoke comes out from i

ck cup of coffee prepared on top of the table. The smoke which came from the cup smelled of roasted coffee. The smell is so alluring that it makes me hold th

link of an eye she disappeared. Where did she go? She will appear out of nowhere and then quickly disappear. Who is she? I think she is a ghost. I never thought a ghost could be this beautiful. I think I was wrong to b

. Luckily this time I see the door. I draw closer and the door swings open before me. At that very moment when the door slides open, she enters the house. Fuck! She caught me right

n I notice a big tree in the front yard and there is a swing attached to it. Finally

at I can almost hear the sound of my own heart beat. I breathe heavily and am very

ight. I stopped. I could feel the chill traveling to my shoul

dress. And though I only could see her back where her black hair flows smoothly. Slowly she fades togeth

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y shoulder. And with my nose positioned above her head, I could smell the shampoo that s

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raight at mine. As I continue to stare at her eyes, it’s weird how I see flowers. I see little yellow flowers in her eyes. Those bright yellow flowers gradually cha

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