With my eyes still closed, I begin to daydream. I see myself as strong, standing on two feet with my face tilted towards the sun. Maybe I should have been a tree. That way, the right amount of sun and water would be all I needed to heal myself. I could be naked and no one would say anything about it.

If realer is something that someone can be

Then they are the real ones, realer then me.

I’m back again.

My child, let me tell you of freedom. Let me tell you of your home and how you came to be here. Let me tell you how to find peace in your soul. My precious one, your path to hell was not your fault, and one day, you will be free.

So like a good little ghost, I sat still and quiet, doing my best not to haunt anyone.