It had been a long day of the usual tossing and turning and waiting for the new day to arrive. My days seemed meaningless as the next, but I still looked forward to the next day, almost every day. I always woke up and made myself get ready even though I didn't really have anywhere to go. I put on this old makeup that I barely used and did something with my hair. I gotta say I muttered out loud "I look only 10% better". As I said it, something moved around in my room. I felt goosebumps on my arm, but my heart was responding faster than my mind, which knew that it was just my roommate, of course. A translucent figure with a purple aura came from under the bed and took the brush from my hand. He uttered an annoyed speech " Is this why it's so dusty in here? Why are you up so early anyway?". It just became a daily occurrence, me and the spirit would bicker but in the end, he would show me all kinds of things and tell me all kinds of stories that kept me from banishing him, and trust me I really wanted to. " I couldn't sleep, I felt like I was being haunted, although he wasn't that scary just kind of whiny..." I said smiling. He laughed, " It's good that you're on my good side, let's just say that.". The door opened and I followed him into the attic where he started showing me his collection of books and all sorts of knick-knacks.
To be edited a bit more one day/ incomplete <3
