A Lovers Ghost

The Calling of False Cards

[Back In Time]
<Date and time needed>

The floorboards under the chair inside the attic had rubbing marks, through the years she used the desk and sat at the chair to write letters.
Across the desk were scattered postcards, different addresses and handwritings scribbled across them.
The material on her crop top stretched a little as she moved, while the beaded laces scratched at the table.

She leaned back after picking up a postcard, along with a deep sigh.
Her eyes gazed at the details on the image, a natural smile curled up and reddened cheeks were rubbed by her soft fingers and thumb as she covered her mouth.
A light sniffle could be heard as the postcard is turned over, exposing a blue pen written set of scribbles that she understood perfectly.

She kissed the front of the postcard and held it to her chest before putting planting it inside an envelope.
Two study areas that she occupies; the attic and the main study, as college can be a stressful time, her parents made sure she had her own private quarters.
The type of parents that would give a child space but will wait for the never-coming 'I'm done having a bitch fit now'. She's no rule abiding girl outside the house, however when given orders she'll abide.

The door was ajar, light poured into the hall from the main study. A bright white mixed with the purples and pinks, reds and blues that decorated the room with Christmas lights.
A creek echoed in the hall as her hand pressured the door, eventually swinging open and hitting the wall.

The door was ajar, light poured into the hall from the main study. A bright white mixed with the purples and pinks, reds and blues that decorated the room with Christmas lights.
A creek echoed in the hall as her hand pressured the door, eventually swinging open and hitting the wall.

The dry wooden floor creaked and made scratching sounds as footsteps dragged its way into the main study and over to the bookshelf.
Her hand reached for a book on the lowest shelf and placed it onto the desk. Not wasting a second, she peeled the book open and put the enveloped postcard into a slot then returned it to the shelf.
A light click sounded as the Christmas lights dimmed out and the study door was set ajar once more with her walking down the hall.

The mattress squeaked and the duvet puffed out a deep sigh of air, her face buried in the smell of strawberry scented washing solution. The room had a cool breeze floating through the open window, her surroundings warm and the bed cool, she drifted off into her dreamworld, her kingdom... a place she felt safe.

In her dreams she had many fantasies about the places she'd visit and the foods she'd eat, she'd never really told anyone that she dreams about food but it's something that makes her chuckle. A personal joke just for herself.