Food For Thought

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Cali's knocking,

so I turn and run.

As I run down the stairs,

I'm thinking there must be such a thing

as too much sleep.

That wasn't really him.

It couldn't have really been him.

Could it?

When I open the door,

she gives me her

best girlfriend hug

and I realize

how much I have missed

my Cali.

We go to the kitchen,

plop down at the table.

"Thanks for coming," I say.

She looks at her watch.

"You hungry?"

"I could eat."

I get up

and open the pantry door.

I don't even know

if it's time fore breakfast

or lunch

or dinner.

"What time is it?" I ask.

"11:00."

I stand there, staring at the boxes

of crackers

and cereal,

trying to focus

on food

and not

on what I just saw

in the mirror.

The cool air

surrounds me again.

I get goose bumps.

I feel him, standing there,

next to me,

like he's hungry too,

looking for something to eat.

"Did you feel that?" I ask.

"What?" She says.

"Nothing."

She'll think I'm crazy.

Maybe she'd be right.

And then,

there's the slightest hint of

something brushing

my cheek.

Not a touch,

less than a touch.

A whisper.

No, a feeling.

Just a feeling.

Or maybe,

just my imagination.

I shiver again.

Am I going crazy?

"I think you need to get out," Cali says.

"Let's go to the mall.

For some yummy food court food,

and a little shopping, if you want."

I shrug. "I guess."

This is good.

I'm a normal girl

going to the mall.

Not crazy.

Not a girl

who's beginning to think

she's being haunted

by her

dead boyfriend.

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