1.5 | Desert Snow

With things going well at my job and my paintings selling really well, I managed to save up enough money to buy a used but nice vehicle without putting myself in the hole. I was glad that I wouldn’t have to rely on smelly taxi cabs and the company’s crappy carpool any longer.

1.4 | Winter Is Coming

Days were passing like minutes once I’d found a natural rhythm. Eat, work, play, sleep, repeat. It hadn’t gotten boring yet, and I hoped it didn’t anytime soon. I wasn’t quite happy yet, but I supposed I was content. Even though each day passed in loneliness because each day reminded me of Ginger, it was better than being a cold ghost buried in the ground. I certainly couldn’t – and wouldn’t – complain.

1.3 | Strings & Iron

I woke up the next day and made myself a small breakfast to eat while I perused the morning paper. After tasting my horrible pancakes, I took an ink pen and circled the ad for cooking classes in town. I had a feeling I would definitely be needing those now that I was living on my own.

1.2 | Wake Me Up

After the genie worked his magic, a feeling came over me that I couldn’t place at first.

Then it hit me – I was human again. Well, a living human again.

It was the oddest thing in the world to me. I had been so used to being a ghost, used to that feeling of floating emptiness and cold. Now I was warm, solid. Breathing. I felt my heart beating in my chest and knew it was real.

The only question I had was; “what now?”

1.1 | hellogoodbye

I am a ghost. This I know to be a fact.
Obviously, I haven’t always been a ghost. I used to be a happily married man with a beautiful wife and dreams of a family, of owning my own art studio, of putting out an acoustic album of catchy indie songs.

That all changed when I had my accident.

I don’t remember the details. I don’t remember how it happened or why. I just remember falling. Falling into a deep abyss of sharp needles and cold hands.
I just remember falling and drowning, never to open my eyes again.
Until I was already six feet under.

The first time I woke as a ghost, I was afraid. Startled. Confused. I didn’t remember dying. But then it all came to me in a flash and broke my heart all over again.

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