The sun sets and I feel the familiar tug on my mind.

Darkness invites sleep.


My tether with my grandma coaxed me to dream every night.

Every night she is with me.

She places her hand on mine.

I see it.

But I never feel it.

I am as much a ghost to her as she is to me.

We are a breath away.

And a world apart.

She doesn’t know where she goes.

When she is not with me.

She thinks she doesn’t exist anymore except for my dreams.

I know she is right.

I know she is safe.

I will never stop dreaming of her.

About Maison Moonchild

A Canadian gal that firmly believes words can change the world. An avid reader, writer and Halloween enthusiast. She has a special interest in communications and writes for pleasure and profession. She moonlights as a metaphysical maven with a knack for creating magical crystal jewelry and holiday accessories.
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