I woke up this morning with a voice in my head telling me they loved me. I felt invisible arms hold me, and I felt airy hair whisper over my skin as they leaned over me and see through lips kissed mine. I felt my pain go away as I gave into this little lie of comfort, this little lie of indulgence. I've been sleeping alone for years, and my heart has had a sheet covering it, slowly collecting dust. I turned over to search for this covert lover. Then I woke up again. The slow, but growing sensation of shock started in my stomach, and spread to my lungs as I opened my mouth to say a name I didn't know, and tried to breathe through the ever-soft rivers traveling down my face onto my sheets. I cried into the morning dusk, begging for that ignorance again. God, I just want to be loved, even if it's by a ghost.