I'm curled in the chair like a fetus. "Growing pains," echoes in my head because...
Nevermind.
With one look at a neighboring lamp, it falls to the floor in slow motion. Everything I look at falls but makes no sound as not to wake my sister. She can't hear it. She can't feel it.
I wake up from my daydream to my father walking into the room where I sit still as a painting.
I sit there.
My dad leaves.
I'm a ghost. A ghost that doesn't haunt families, women, men, wives, grandparents. I haunt myself.
