At the end of the day
When the sun goes down
And the night comes alive
I clear my mind
Of all things that don’t concern me
Of negativity and the insanity
That I will not allow to infect
I looked up from my laptop to see a ghostly figure sitting across from me. The large eyes in a pixie face and wild red brown curls stared at me.
“Hello Mary.” I whispered to the ghostly girl.
She smiled and help out a pale transparent hand.
I reached out and touched her as much as one can touch a ghost. My hand went through hers. There was a chill, even for a Vampire like me.
“Make some coffee. I like the smell.” She sometimes would ask for coffee or something aromatic. She couldn’t eat, but as a ghost she could smell the physical world.
So we had coffee. A ghost and a Vampire. It wasn’t so odd, at least not for us.
This is the time of year when we should all come together and clear out our differences, and find what we have to celebrate – like coffee.
But then again, shouldn’t we be doing that all the time?