Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Vignette 29

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.