Charles had never been the social type. As a child, he would play alone with little toy cars and action figures. But he never played with the other human children.
Emphasis on human.
The adults only thought he had a hyperactive imagination. That the people he made up and played with were nothing more than pretend.
Of course, that wasn’t true.
Charles could see ghosts. His favorite to play ...
I woke up and it felt like…I was floating.
Out of blurry eyes I could see that I was in bed. My once warm blankets wrapped around me. But I felt detached.
What is going on?
I move my arm, relieved they could still move. And I pull up the blanket to my nose. The smell of cotton fills my nose.
I pull the blanket back down and look around the room. Remembering the day.
“Touch?” I ask myself. “I t...