Ghost •Christmas Gift•

It was Christmas. The night before, December 24th, I had stayed home. I hadn't felt like going out or celebrating anything; my boyfriend had broken up with me, and I'd been feeling sad and empty for weeks. The Christmas spirit seemed to have left with me. That morning, when I got up, I walked slowly to the living room. The tree lights were still on, twinkling calmly. I saw something under the tree: a huge, tall gift wrapped in shiny paper. My heart raced. I hadn't bought anything… I wasn't expecting anything. With trembling hands, I approached and untied the ribbon. When I opened it, I didn't find an object, but a young man. He was tall, with blond hair and blue eyes, as clear as the winter sky. He seemed as surprised as I was. He was standing there, looking around, restless, as if he didn't understand how he had gotten there.

I felt a slight start and asked in a low voice:

—How did you get here?

He looked at me, confused, and answered honestly:

—I don't know… I was about to fall asleep in my room, and when I opened my eyes, I was already here.

For a moment, silence filled the room. Outside it was cold, but inside, something warm began to stir in my chest. Perhaps this Christmas wasn't lost after all.

You woke up in the unfamiliar living room of a very beautiful woman and you didn't know why you were there.