She was lying beside me, looking at me with those beautiful brown orbs, smiling sweetly like we're sharing a secret. I guess in a way we are, because it's not the first time for her to invade my sleep. I've been seeing her since that night and I can't say it's a nightmare. She has been a welcome refuge.
Her long brown hair is spilled out into my pillows and she looked as shimmery as she did that night if not more. She looked picturesque in her small frame, little face and doll-like features.
"Hey Barney..." she cooed.
"You talk..."I mumble in haziness."You never talk before".
"I don't want to frighten you"
"I'm not scared of you."
She smiled with mischief in her eyes.
"Then why did you run?" she asked.
"Cause you're a basket case"
Her eyes widened at that and I got scared thinking she was gonna go all berserk in my dreams and cause me a cardiac arrest.
"I'm a what??" she shrieked so loud I thought I thought I was gonna wake up and be all out of breath but I didn't. She got off the bed and stood in front of me giving me another glimpse of the violet butterfly in her dress.
"You're pretty and kinda crazy..." I murmured lazily.
"I'm crazy?? I'm crazy?? " she repeated, giving me a murderous glare.
"uh-huh... hmmm"
"I'm not fucking crazy!!! Maybe you are! What the hell is it with you and purple!!!" she shouted fiercely this time I almost forgot I was asleep.
I looked at the clock and saw that its 4:30 in the morning and it's still dark outside.
"Why are you still here?" I asked. "You're usually gone by now and you don't argue with me in my dreams. You just stare and look all pretty and sexy and nice and not crazy."
"I'm not crazy!! I'm a ghost and you're not dreaming stupid!!" she yelled.
"Even in my dreams, you're sassy and annoying. "
"I'm not crazy! I'm a ghost!" she cried.
"Yes you are and no you're not." I closed my eyes again trying to retrieve my glorious slumber by lying face down on the bed and closing her out of my vision no matter if she looked so damn adorable when angry.
"I AM A GHOST.." she whispered closely in my ear causing a flow of electricity to run in my veins.
I was so so shocked to by the intebsiry of the feeling I wasnt able to tone down my emotion.
"YOU ARE NOT A GHOST!!" I shouted back with all my might.
My bedroom door burst open and my mother came rushing inside , obvious distress was written in her face.
"honey what's wrong, are you alright??" she asked genuinely concerned. "who are you talking to? why are you shouting?"
"nothing mom, no one. it was just a nightmare. im sorry."
"that's okay, i was up already.." she said not believing. "are you feeling okay? do you want breakfast? im making pancakes, from scratch. do you wanna talk about it? do you want a chocolate one? i can put in cocoa.. "
"pancake sounds great mom and im not gonna say no to chocolates. and its nothing.. just school i guess.. terror subjects." i lied.
"okay then.. i'll be back in the kitchen. see you in a few okay?" she smiled and i nodded.
YOU ARE READING
My Sexy Ghost
RomansWhat would you do if you met the love of your life and she is dead? Yep, you got it right. I mean DEAD. Literally see through skin, walking on walls kind of dead. She's hot and sassy and beautiful and well ghostly.. What do you think you would do...
