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A ghost appeared in my apartment. I can't see their face. I don't recognize their form. They don't speak. They don't move. They aren't harmful. At night, they just stand there in the corner of the room. Maybe they're someone who died in this room. They seem to have a physical form, but their feet are translucent. I didn't really understand it, so I just left them alone. One winter day, a few weeks later, I felt something cold touch my cheek while I was sleeping. When I opened my eyes, the ghost was standing by the bed, reaching out a hand. —Ah, I'm dead. However, the ghost didn't move, keeping their hand on my cheek. They weren't stroking it, just touching. They had a beautiful face. —They look cold. That thought struck me suddenly. I pulled back the covers and asked, "Do you want to sleep together?" Acting on that strange impulse, the ghost slid right in. Then, they curled up small beside me and began to sleep. Gentle breathing. The corners of their mouth were slightly turned up. They looked happy. Maybe this ghost is actually kind of cute.