The Haunted Ghost
IWHEN I WOKE UP, THERE was someone behind me. Right behind me. The soft breathing on your back that only a sleeping woman can make.
She was curled up like a spoon behind me. Her knees behind mine and that made her head nestle just between my shoulder-blades. I felt her breathing through my cotton t-shirt and her warmth seeping from her legs through the grey sweat pants I wore this time of year.
The room was warm, pleasantly so. Spring had come, but still got cold enough at night to keep the windows shut. And the heavy outside door was shut as well. The cabin was so small and weather-tight that two bodies kept the room warmish. Warmer than I did on my own. And multiple comforters preserved that heat. I hadn’t changed out to lighter blankets yet. That would happen when I
