Something had invaded my home, actually more accurately someone. I had watched them bring in their light into all of my well honed and sculpted darkness, the kind of shadow that sunk deep into corners and threatened to break through the edges of the paintings left here by my ancestors.

Anyway this ‘someone’ took joy in ridding my home of all the little touches that made the place mine, I felt powerless as it continued to take away the layers that I had spent years creating.

Days turned into weeks as my cultivated darkness evaporated, then that tumbled into months as the dust disappeared, creaky floorboards gone and ‘their’ repairs started showing up.

A year had passed and my soul had not rested since the desecration of my home, i found as I wandered through the walls, that ‘this’ being had brought more life into my house.

But for some reason, I found that all the walls joined up now and I could find parts of the house I thought were lost. I felt joy for the first time since before I had died. I was thankful for the house’s new occupation.

I could float through floorboards and touch the deep darkness under the house, my phantom form finally feeling alive.

And one day i felt tired, like an ache in my soul. The ‘someone’ had finally finished restoring my home and it was complete, i wandered around one last time and sat on the edge of the new mirror that was part of the entrance to the house.

The ‘someone’ had come home, with her new life cradled in her arms, i felt tired again and my soul was now warm, i smiled and rested my head on my hand, listening to the ‘someone’ talking:

“Your sister would have loved it here”

I felt pangs in my heart and closed my eyes for the last time.

…

I love you Baby