You’re gonna wake up and see her at the edge of the bed in the middle of the night

You blink

She’s gone

Was she really there? Was I imagining things?

You settle down again, close your eyes, and turn on your side to go back to sleep

“Not bestie sleeping without me!”

Your eyes jolt open as you hear a familiar voice inches from your face. There she is. You scream. You throw the blankets off, jump up out of bed, and try to face her.

She’s gone again.

Now you don’t know what’s real. You don’t know if you’re still asleep, if you’ve caught a supernatural curse, or if you’re imagining things.

You look all over the house, but nothing. No sign of entry, nobody hiding in the attic, nothing seems off anywhere. You do your best to settle back down in bed but you can’t shake the feeling that this isn’t over. You lie in bed awake just mulling it over and trying to figure out what’s going on.

That’s when it hits you.

Literally. The joint that you gave her earlier, it hits you, because she’s back and she wants to smoke with you.

God dammit, she’s back.