specters.

He was sitting, not facing her direction. Softly softly softly, she tiptoed up behind him, and covered his eyes with her hands.

He immediately stiffened, then relaxed, reveling in her presence. “I’m not really here,” she whispered into his right ear.

He started, then swung to look about himself. There was no one there.

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