archaelogy

"Nights feel so empty when you're sleeping with a ghost", she whispered, waking the man from his sleep as she closed the book. He awoke with a grunt and was unconscious again without any issue. She stood up to look out on to the street. Here in the late evening, cars passed by at high speeds through the driving snow, on their way to countless possible endings. Her hands traced down the outside of the storm window he installed last season before she flicked on the space heater and lay down.