He missed me too much

He leant against my door frame with one hand in his pocket, a smirk on his face, hair slightly in his eyes, head cocked down and tilted to the side looking up at me.

My knees buckled.  "You’re dead! How did you get here?"

Nonchalantly, as if this happened on a daily basis, "SheBear I came back to you, it was horrible there and very boring"

"Drew, its impossible.  You died.  I have to be dreaming.  Why are you here?"

"You’re not dreaming SheBear, I’ve come to make you a Mommy again.  Kiera is with me"

He moves out the way, and right behind him stands a little girl with red hair and blue eyes clutching onto the teddy bear that I had given her four years previously, a teddy bear that at that moment was safely locked away in a cupboard nowhere near here.  "Heyo Mommy – I mithed you"

I jump off the bed and back away, Andrew, my dead boyfriend, is standing in front of me holding my dead daughters hand, and smiling. 

Suddenly, way before I even wanted them to, they fade away and I open my eyes to the sound of thumping floor boards above me.

I’m not sure if it was a dream or a nightmare.  I’m still cold inside.  All I do know, is that it left me with goosebumps on my arms and a smile on my lips.


PS: Today will be my last blog post for a while. At least a week. Don’t you fuckers forget me, you hear? I will be taking a little break (unwillingly – see bitch about laptop issues earlier this week) so don’t be shy about your visitations while I’m gone. It’s weird to think the next time I will be writing will be in Cape Town.