I spent last night watching ghost shows with my mum. This morning I woke up and I think if you took a photo of me, my legs would be transparent. “AHHH! Where’d they go!?!” They’d be like a ghost walking through you, tingly and weird. I know they’re there… they work enough that no one else would know for long, then as I move about I touch the walls to keep balance and periodically have one buckle. I can flex them and then they feel how they should.. So now I’m sitting on the couch drinking coffee and a gatorade at the same time and waiting to see if they return to this plane of existence.. Or if this concoction can be like Popeye’s spinach and in twenty minutes I’ll be jogging marathons around the house. Stranger things have happened.
Ghostly Happenings
