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Naps are incredible. Even with music on in the background, they can be really really cozy. I kept waking up to a minute or two of a song. I'd try to sing along and then give up and roll back into the covers. I didn't even mind the belt and wallet that were digging into me as I wore my jeans to bed. It was just too comfortable for little inconveniences. Towards the end of my nap I woke up to voices, mainly Harry Kagan. He was talking about how we only have four and a half slip-up points in life and we might end up needing all of them in order to get out of Hell. It was right then and there that I ended up using half a slip-up point for something, then Harry began to call me an idiot for using it. The recording was filled with another nineteen minutes of Harry saying ridiculous things and me laughing at them. But I fell asleep before the end. . .
The next time I woke up there was no music. I was staring at my wall, lying on my side, but it was completely silent. The blinds were wide open in my room, letting in the cloudy bright light from the sky outside. It felt like time had not moved at all since I fell asleep. I turned on my other side to see if my computer was still on and figure out why the music had stopped. Someone was sitting on my other bed in the middle of the room, staring out the wide, white window. The minute I woke up I felt another prescence in the room, but I thought for sure it was my mom who had come home, found me asleep, and turned off the music on the computer. It wasn't. It wasn't anybody I knew. A stranger. More specifically, a ghost. It had long white hair, was fairly tall, and sat up straight as it gazed out my window. I never saw its face. I didn't scream. I slowly and silently turned back onto my other side and shut my eyes hard. As my heart raced on the inside and sweat collected on my head I dug myself into the pillow, the bed. I tried to make myself camouflouged with the covers, not letting any body part stick out of the comforter that lay on top of me. I didn't want it to know I was there. And if it knew I was there, I didn't want it to know that I was awake. That I knew it was there. I never heard it move, breathe, or say anything. But I knew it was there, just looking out the window. I can't be sure, but maybe it was even looking at me. And yet somehow I managed to fall back asleep.
I woke up an hour later, my face now turned in the direction where the ghost was. I opened my eyes slowly to see if it was still there, but it wasn't. The clouds had parted and direct sunlight now shined through my window. Somehow, seeing bits and pieces of blue sky helped comfort me the most after the "encounter". I didn't dare to stand up. If I had to use the bathroom, then my bed was my bathroom. There was no way I was leaving that bed. Even if it was a bright sunny day now outside and the ghost was out of my room. For all I knew it was standing in the hallway, looking into my room, just waiting for me to find it.
Then my mom came home. Hearing the keys jingle as she pulled them out of the front door gave me enough confidence to stand up. Like the ghost heard that someone else was home and for some reason decided to flee the house. I rushed to meet her in the middle of the hall, then began to yell about how she was several hours late. I sounded like the parent scolding the child. Then I hugged her because I was relieved to see her, not angry. I didn't tell her what had happened. I'm assuming she would have thought I was crazy. Crazy.
The next time I woke up there was no music. I was staring at my wall, lying on my side, but it was completely silent. The blinds were wide open in my room, letting in the cloudy bright light from the sky outside. It felt like time had not moved at all since I fell asleep. I turned on my other side to see if my computer was still on and figure out why the music had stopped. Someone was sitting on my other bed in the middle of the room, staring out the wide, white window. The minute I woke up I felt another prescence in the room, but I thought for sure it was my mom who had come home, found me asleep, and turned off the music on the computer. It wasn't. It wasn't anybody I knew. A stranger. More specifically, a ghost. It had long white hair, was fairly tall, and sat up straight as it gazed out my window. I never saw its face. I didn't scream. I slowly and silently turned back onto my other side and shut my eyes hard. As my heart raced on the inside and sweat collected on my head I dug myself into the pillow, the bed. I tried to make myself camouflouged with the covers, not letting any body part stick out of the comforter that lay on top of me. I didn't want it to know I was there. And if it knew I was there, I didn't want it to know that I was awake. That I knew it was there. I never heard it move, breathe, or say anything. But I knew it was there, just looking out the window. I can't be sure, but maybe it was even looking at me. And yet somehow I managed to fall back asleep.
I woke up an hour later, my face now turned in the direction where the ghost was. I opened my eyes slowly to see if it was still there, but it wasn't. The clouds had parted and direct sunlight now shined through my window. Somehow, seeing bits and pieces of blue sky helped comfort me the most after the "encounter". I didn't dare to stand up. If I had to use the bathroom, then my bed was my bathroom. There was no way I was leaving that bed. Even if it was a bright sunny day now outside and the ghost was out of my room. For all I knew it was standing in the hallway, looking into my room, just waiting for me to find it.
Then my mom came home. Hearing the keys jingle as she pulled them out of the front door gave me enough confidence to stand up. Like the ghost heard that someone else was home and for some reason decided to flee the house. I rushed to meet her in the middle of the hall, then began to yell about how she was several hours late. I sounded like the parent scolding the child. Then I hugged her because I was relieved to see her, not angry. I didn't tell her what had happened. I'm assuming she would have thought I was crazy. Crazy.