I actually went to bed that night like normal, not expecting to ever wake up again.
But I did. I eventually woke up, feeling different without actually feeling much of anything.
I didn’t know what had happened right away. I remembered the fire; the heat and the pain…
…but this morning, I just felt light. The impossible lightness stuck out to me. I felt as if I were floating in thin air; aware, but at the same time unaware of the world around me.
I continued with my normal routine. First things first, breakfast; noting how effortless everything seemed to be suddenly.
Again…the lightness. How could I be so light?
It’s funny how the mind works. We often see what we want to see. I sat and ate my breakfast, not noticing the most obvious changes in myself. How could I have not seen that I appeared to be fading…fading in and out of this world?
I showered… washing rubbing, never noticing that I could not feel any water, no heat…no wetness.
I scrubbed what I thought was my body, never seeing my fiery orange transparent hue. It was like the fire never happened. I believe I could have just gone on like that…living my life as normal. If only…
…I hadn’t looked into the mirror.
I stood in shock staring, willing myself to figure out why I could see the wallpaper through my body…a body that no longer existed. It was then that I realized that I was standing there only in spirit. My body was gone…buried months ago.
I guess it was at that moment that he appeared.
While I was still trying to come to grips with my new self, my new form…my home was being invaded by a stranger.
A stranger that seemed to believe that he had just lucked up on a great deal on a home. Today was the day he was finally moving in.
He went through the mailbox…my mailbox, only everything in it had his name on it.
His cell phone rang, “Hello. Yes, it’s Robert Vega,” he answered.
“Sure, eleven am. Yes, I can be there, see you then,” he said before ending the call.
It was then that he entered my house and looked around.
“Wow! It’s like I went back in time!” He expressed to himself out loud while checking out my precious furniture.
He crinkled his nose at a foul smell.
“How long has this been here?” He asked no one.
He then proceeded to clean…my house…my mess.
All the while, I was completely unaware. Now that I was no longer here, yet still here, what was I supposed to do?
Robert grabbed the dirty plates off the table. Bowls that had been there for months…
While I tried to go on with my life like normal, watering my plants that seemed to have become overgrown overnight.
There I stood totally unaware, in a ghostly bliss…
While Robert continued to make my house more suitable for himself.
He eventually found his way to the spare bedroom.
When he spotted my alchemy table, he couldn’t resist walking over.
He stood there turning page after page of the huge book of witchy spells.
“Do people really believe all this rubbish?” He asked himself out loud.
He turned and continued examining the room; I’m sure thinking about how he could change it around into a nice office or guest room.
His eyes fell upon the lone painting on the wall, “Now that’s creepy,” he observed out loud.
He finally left the room. It was fifteen minutes until 11 and he had to be somewhere.
While I was still outside…
Robert left and I never even knew that he had been there that morning.
