I walk into my room,
Silence.
I set my book-bag down.
Thump.
I sit on my bed.
Creak.
Looking around, everything is the same.
Silence.
It doesn’t seem the same – like a case of amnesia.
Gasp.
Tears fill my eyes slowly.
Whimper.
There’s something missing.
Heavy Breathing.
Something is gone, but I can still feel it being here.
Sniffle.
No more meowing, No more kitten.
Sobbing.
No more pouncing, no more tail whipping around my face.
I wipe my eyes.
She’s at rest.
I get up from my bed.
She’ll be okay, and so will I.
I touch her bed gently.
I love you, my ghost cat.