ghost.

i don't remember my dreams. but i do remember the ghost that haunts them, lounging coyly in the background, constantly watching and criticizing everything i would do.

"why aren't you dreaming about me every night like you used to?" questions this ghost over and over.

finally, last night, i turned to him and said, "ghost, you can't be the main attraction in my dreams anymore. i'm trying to let you go, but i can't fully until you let me go, too."

but instead of disappearing, as i'd hoped he would, he pulled up a chair and a comic book and sat there for the rest of the dream, peering over his glasses from time to time, chuckling, then going back to his reading.



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