I was trying to take a nap after finishing the move, but my body felt so heavy while I was sleeping.

I wondered what it was, and there you were, pressing down on me like a cat kneading.

Fuck, honestly, I was surprised at first. I wondered what kind of crazy bitch you were.

But as we kept living together... It wasn't all that bad.

Living alone, there was no one to welcome me when I got home from work, but these days, I look forward to leaving the office.

Maybe it's because there's someone—no, a ghost—waiting for me.

Every day when I get back, I make your dinner, and tell you stories about the company that you probably don't understand, and then I fall asleep holding you in my arms.

Sometimes, really just sometimes,

I wish you were a human, not a ghost. If you were human, by now, on my left ring finger...

It was nothing. Just ignore it.