Unreal.

THE NARRATOR

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In all the time I have spent in this house I make it my business to keep to myself, I do not get in their way and they do not get in mine. I found solace in my space my own world. So you can only imagine how pathetic I must feel at this moment, ridiculously pathetic to be watching a man sleep. In my defense he is a handsome sleeper.I know how it sounds and looks like, there have been other good looking men come and go. If you ask me to tell you why watch him I would walk away in shame. Not an answer to give.

Yet here I was, shamelessly watching him sleep like a bashful stalker. I sat beside him on the bed, my legs crisscrossed and elbows resting on my knees as my chin branched flat on the palms of both my hands. This situation would kill me from humiliation but yet it feels like something that I may too be praised and that is enough to make me comfortable enough to sit here and carry out my creepy behaviour.

He does not look at all at peace, if anything he looks more troubled, i have been watching him from the moment he fell into slumber, his features instantly go rigid. His eyebrows pulled tensely together, the lines on his forehead standing out at that.

At first glance one would think he was having a nightmare but for me it is a completely different story. There were currently no dreams in his mind, just a foggy emptiness, nothing in its wake. Was this what his dreams always looked like before? How mersarable and that's coming from a ghost, surely it says a lot.

A sense of boredom closed me briefly before tiredness overtook my body, shortly after a yawn passed my lips. Before I could get used to the normality of this reaction I quickly snapped out of it realizing it was not. Not for the likes of me so why was I experiencing it? I tried and failed to pull away from whatever was imposing these reactions onto me, all attempts were futile as I soon found myself falling into a deep slumber. No.

My eyes shot open and quickly alerted my senses for any danger in the area. I know I am definitely back in the astral realm but I have never been forcefully pulled into it. Standing to my feet I looked around and it looked... no felt like the same foggy emptiness inside his mind. He did this or did I? Whatever it is I would rather figure it out in my own space, making my way out to leave I soon found nothing was happening, I could not phase out of here, the energies in this place were not mine to bend it seems. And where is the owner? Just then I heard him before I saw him.

"Are you trying to leave?" My whole body seemed to come alive at the sound of his voice, thick with some kind of velvet essence, deep with a promise of dark demise and calm to calm, I was almost soothed. Of course he can see me here, he could even touch me if he wanted to.not that i even wanted him to.

I turn to face him and the response I get makes my stomach flip. He took a step back from me but caught his reaction quickly and blinked once. What did I expect? And why did that make me feel disappointed? Sucking a gusto, I spoke, "yes I am, do you have a problem with that?"

"No, not at all." he said, kissing his teeth before continuing, "though you should know you can't leave." Who does he think he is? I took one step toward him and raised my chin in defiance.

"Why is that? You can not me here."

"Oh I know I can't but it's not up to me, it's this place. You can't leave not until it runs its course." that does not seem right but then nothing in the astral realm has ever made sense. So I clump my lips shut and turn away from him to get a good view of this place but also mostly to see less of him. It was going well too but he just had to speak again, I will not lie it brought irritation to my lone soul though it still did not stop me from giving him my attention.