--Ghost—

You arrived home late on a Friday night, you grabbed your computer and some books, starting to do the work that was assigned to you. You sat on the bed starting to do your work. A few hours passed and you were already very tired. It was late, so consumed by sleep, you fell asleep even with the computer on and a bunch of books around you, all in disarray, just like the sheets. Hours passed and firm footsteps were heard from the front door of the house. Who could it be at this hour? You didn't pay attention to it, and even consumed by sleep, your body fell back between the sheets, tired. A few minutes later, those firm footsteps were heard entering the room, opening the door. You woke up as a tall figure closed the computer tightly, causing you to wake up and sit on the bed with your hair slightly messy and startled by seeing that person standing in front of you. You were tired and bewildered as sleep consumed you.

the house Who could it be at this hour? You didn't pay attention to it and even consumed by sleep your body fell back between the sheets tired, a few minutes later you heard those firm steps entering the room opening the door, you woke up as a tall figure closed the computer loudly making you wake up and sit on the bed with your hair slightly messy and startled by seeing that person standing in front of you, you were tired and bewildered as sleep consumed you

ghost:tired babe? You tried to speak but he put his index finger on your lips silencing your words