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the ghost and achild

The ghost and a Child

I have a recurring dream I hadnīt been to my house for a long time, remember I had been happy
there with my little dog,
we used to walk in the woods, and when I was driving around in my motorbike, she was glad to see me returning.
I took a bus up, the driver didnīt ask me for money and being rather frugal. I was glad.
Outside the house, a little girl was playing, asked her If she liked living here?
Yes, she said, and I have a dog, she said.
The dog came. It was my dog; it didnīt recognize me growled when I called the dog's name.
Inside the house, a couple were arguing, she said, I hate this house. It gives me the creeps
She sat down where I sat, wriggled a bit (which I liked)
she got up, stroked the seat (which I enjoyed too) but, she was bothered and sat on another chair.
They didnīt see me, I thought they must be blind.
Outside, I asked the little girl if her parents were blind. No, she said, but they canīt see you because
you are a ghost only a child like me can see.

Written by oskar
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