Random Self-Quarrells and arguments.

Honey I Missed You

I woke up, went downstairs for a cup of coffee and there, sitting cross-legged on top of the glass coffee table, beside my coffee machine, was: she.

My mind ached. Beauty, was staring at me. She's fading, again. This wasn't the first time my "presumed dead" wife seemed to be right in front of me. She appears for ten seconds, moving. As if the sad illusions were real, fading a little with every second that passes. She appears almost always

when I least expect it, or when my thoughts free themselves from the deep depression of her not being around. Ive seen her at work, where we worked together for a long time unknowingly. At the coffee shop where we met, and stole the coffee table we had our first date with after we were married.

The door cracked open with a large squeak and a: "Im home!" What was my daughter Kalie doing home so early? She faded as I walked out of the room. When I arrived at the front door it wasn't kalie. I skulked away after shutting the door, crying vigorously. Thinking Id left the door open last night and another illusion showed up in the doorway. I laid down on the couch, face in armrest, still weeping.

I eventually calmed myself down and took some deep breaths. Thats when I heard it. Crying.I wiped my face. I walked past the illusion still behind my door without a care to see how faded it must be. I sat on my empty bedside thinking about Kalie and occasionally looking out the window. Wait.

I wasn't crying. Visual illusions were not capable of producing sound. Id texted Kalie, she was still at school. I rushed and thumped and crashed down the stairs to open the door. As I embraced the teary one stood upon my doorstep I managed to stutter:

"I missed you honey."