Well, I’m a ghost, a gentle soul who couldn’t bare to leave my best friend… the one I loved… when I died… and now I inhabit the bed I’d take in whenever I’d sleep over. And now it’s the only place my light can seem to get any sleep… like… like subconsciously… my light knows I’ve not left… I’m slowly working up the courage though to possess the bed so I can reveal myself… I can only hope my light won’t be scared…