Trust Me; I Won’t Sneak Up On You

"Good morning," he spoke as I turned in my bed.

I didn't open my eyes but I could hear the smile in his voice.

"Good morning, what time is it?" I asked him in my sleep.

"Morning, don't know, you tell me, you are up before me," Zara mumbled.

Oh God! I was talking to the ghost again. I sat up straight, instantly getting a head-rush. All the thoughts from last night started to pour back in.

"Babe, what are you doing? You'll fall sick again if you are not careful," Zara scolded me in her sleep

"Yeah sorry, I am just excited to go to the office today," I lied easily.

"You can stay home today, you know, I have a lot to discuss with you. So many things to tell you and to know about you." The ghost was talking to me again.

Was my mind really so creative that it made up a ghost who looked nothing less than an angel? Although I was not scared of him anymore but it still felt wrong.

Unconsciously I was staring at him and it prompted him to ask, "What's wrong? Are you scared of me again? Do I need to say and explain everything again like I did yesterday?"

I wanted to reply but Zara was beside me, so I signaled him to follow me to the bathroom. He did so easily, passing through walls, jarring me again; could I really imagine this?

"Firstly, for the record, this is the last time you are following me to the bathroom. You are not supposed to be here when I am using it." I hissed in a dominating tone.

He looked amused. "Trust me, I won't."

"And no funny business, get it?" I prodded a finger at his chest and realized how close we were standing; a quick shiver ran through my body.

"Trust me; I won't sneak up on you. I am not that kind of person." He stressed on the 'trust me' and I believed him despite myself.

"Fine. I don't even know if you are real – hopefully you are just a figment of my imagination or a result of my messed-up head," I was mostly talking to myself, but that really irritated him.

"WHAT?"

"Sshh, calm down, Zara will hear you," I hissed angrily.

"Don't you get it? Nobody except you can hear me!" He still looked enraged.

"For the first time I can talk to someone – in months – and that stupid female thinks I am fictitious!"

"What?" he asked and I tried not to smile.

He was just so adorable.

"Look, I am not saying that you are not real, it's just that I am not able to digest that I have a ghost whom I can talk to or touch. It's surreal, surely."

I finished explaining, it felt weird.

"I understand it will take some time to get used to but please believe me, you have no idea how important this is for me," he murmured softly, stepping even closer.