This morning RJ crept into bed in the wee hours, as he usually does.
I woke, as I usually do during those wee hours.
I studied his eyes. His eyes are one of the things I most relish about him. I couldn't quite focus on his face since he was too close, or so it seemed. Oh, those blue eyes. I wanted to stare into them every chance I got.
During the wee hours is when RJ is most alive. And happy.
"Are you surprised to see me?" He asked, with an endearing grin.
"Yeah!" I replied, always honest.
Taken aback for but one second, he said, "But I live here."
I smiled then. This is EXACTLY how I'd want it to go down - when his ghost visits me.
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