“Come to me!”

The possessive voice, jerked her from a deep sleep.

She sat up, suprised by the command.

She looked around, frightened. The familiar furniture took on a threatening facade. Leaning over she quickly reached the lamp, clicking it on she cursed loudly, almost dropping the lamp, settling it as it flicked on. She quickly looked around the room with a relieved sigh; nobody was there.

She looked to the tiny alarm clock on the stand, frowning seeing it was only three a.m. She stretched, no longer feeling tired, she swung her legs off the bed, and slipped on her fuzzy slippers. She stood up grabbing up a large robe, and shuffled over to the door. A glimmer of fear surged as she looked into the dark hall, the voice again drifting in to haunt her head.

She dashed to the bathroom, stubbing her toe she again cursed. This time louder, she turned on the light, and was now to angry to be concerned with the fear that had driven her here. She felt better seeing it was not bleeding and turned to get to the kitchen. She shuffled down the short hall, reaching into the kitchen to turn on the light, before she stepped in.

She turned on the light and looked in quickly, feeling silly seeing no one there. She walked over and filled up a tea kettle, setting it on a back burner, she opened her cupboard and decided on a fruity decaffeinated green tead. She turned and walked into the tiny frontroom, she sat on the couch and turned on the television. She flicked through the channels, quickly board with the choices between infomercials and televangelists. She turned it off hearing the kettle start to whistle.

She rushed in hearing it shriek not noticing the shadowed shape sitting at the kitchen table, she removed it from the heat, letting it cool a bit.

“I came for you!” She turned around to see the figure sitting on the chair, smiling in his charming way.

Tears swelled in her eyes. “You were dead?” She stepped closer to him, stopping to look into his eyes.

He stood there smiling, silent as he always was, the glint of play in his eyes, she leaned forward, closing her eyes feeling his arms wrap around her. She cried into his chest hearing him hush her, while stroking back her hair.

“I love you my dear, and had to say goodbye. But I am dead.” His voice grew soft and faded.

She stepped back to watch as he began to fade into a shifty mist.

“I had to say I love you.” He blew her a kiss and vanished. Only a tulip was left on the table.

She let herself fall to the ground crying, still able to feel his arms around her.

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