ghost // an original story

two : créme

the créme bedsheets lie on the bed, wrapped tight as the girl lights a cigarette, brushing her brown hair behind her shoulders.

the boys eyes are shut- no light will seep through them tonight. he can feel the colors surrounding him.

pink. créme. grey. purple. black.

they slip through his eyelids and into his dreams

he can hear the door creaking in his sleep as she leaves him asleep on the bed