Ghosts

Hush murmurs. Gentle lips are dragging “good morning” along my skin. I shiver. A happy smile blooms and seeps inside my soul. Bliss.
The caress. The scent.
I breath in greedily, not opening my eyes and scoot closer, burrowing my nose deeper into the scent.
My bones vibrate with a satisfied chuckle and apt fingers tangle in my short strands, gifting me simple, yet miraculous pleasure. A content sound falls from my lips.
I hear the cat scratching on the door. Mewling…I try to ignore. I try to linger but the memory fades. I open my eyes and stare at the emptiness beside me.

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