Sam

Ceiling Cracks

I studied the ceiling tirelessly. All the cracks and crevices connecting into an endless series of pictures. This is what I do when I can't sleep; won't sleep.
Wait. There. What's that?
It's an S.
This is why I couldn't sleep, didn't dare to dream. Because I would see him again. I could feel his breath whispering onto my neck. But it had lost its warmth, now only a cold ghost haunting me in this empty room. I wrapped my arms around my middle and closed my eyes. Please Sam, leave me alone. You're dead, just leave me alone.