So I think I might have seen a ghost yesterday morning. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before (the hippies downstairs were talking long into the night - outside my bedroom witndow), and when the alarm went off, I lifted my head in that semi-somnulent, prehistoric-beast-rising-from-the-deep-to-fight-Godzilla way that bad mornings start out.



In the corner of my eye, I saw a woman, standing by the closet door. Pale, with dark hair and sort of faded clothes. I turned towards her, and there was nothing there. Not even a pile of clothes or a hanging bathrobe. 'Hm, a ghost,' I thought, turned off the alarm clock, and went back to sleep.



So there you go. Probably a dream, but maybe not.