I thought that she would have been gone by now, that as soon as I pulled into reality she would melt away, but she is still here.
She is sitting on my desk. Clad entirely in black, she gazes blankly at me through her raven-feather hair that drapes over her porcelain arms. Her eyes are inquisitive and unrelenting, and she watches me as if I am the only living creature in the world.
She is impeccably beautiful.
The mystical being lies down on her back and rolls closer to me. She grabs onto the end of the pencil I’m writing with. I bat her away, but she insists on obstructing my work.
“Stop.” I whisper.
The man next to me glances in my direction, but refrains from making a statement. The girl sits up a little and silently leaps onto the carpet. She then drifts over to the window and places a hand on the glass. I try to focus on the paper in front of me, but I am unable to formulate any words other than “Who is she?” and “What is she doing here?”
I instinctively glance towards the window. She is now on the other side of the glass, balancing on the tiny windowsill. Her eyes are not fixed on the ground several stories below her, but still upon me, as if she isn’t in danger at all.
I try again to zone in on my assignment. I can’t even remember what I’m supposed to write. My superiors would be expecting the report soon, but I’d already lost all recollection of what the report is. Helpless, I tilt my head back towards the ceiling, and jump.
She's sitting on the ceiling, almost directly above me. Her hair pours down to inches above my head as she continues to watch.
She stands and starts to pace around on the ceiling. I have given up my assignment altogether. Again I wonder what she is, and why she is so interested in me.
“Who are you?” I mouth at her.
She simply tilts her head.
After a few moments, she bends down to touch her hands to the ceiling, and drops down inaudibly onto the floor.
“What do you want?” I mouth.
Then, I start to feel lighter, somehow. The air around me starts to ripple. The world around me falls into irrelevance as the girl’s eyes become my only ties, my only weight in the world. Then, she deteriorates. I can only stare as she melts away.
I become aware that I am weightless. With a feeling of tranquility, I realize that I have now become as phantomlike as the being who taunted me just moments before.
Now, I am merely a vaporous form of existence.
I am nothing.
