Aug 30, 2004 19:18
I was sitting at work reading the last few chapters of Kurt Vonnegut's "Galapagos", when I stopped to imagine the things that I could do as a ghost. You see, Chris & I have a longstanding agreement to haunt one another, that is, if it is at all possible. I do not entirely believe it is, but just in case, we've promised. I don't know why it is, but I honestly feel that one of us will die far before what is expected. So for this reason, I believe that ghosts can exist.
I was staring at my glasses on the counter, envisioning them dancing about the room. And then I thought, if I'm going to move an object, at least let it be an object of significance to our relationship so that he knows that it is me and not the wind. So that it doesn't go unnoticed.
Just then, the screen from the never-been-opened-in-over-three-months-window fell to the ground.