i had a dream about love and you were not there

failedblackwoman:

Bell wakes up every morning and he finds his clothes arranged on the bed. He can hear the coffee pot brewing as he showers and gets dressed. His apartment is haunted, but he finds he doesn’t mind. 

On this morning he manages to oversleep, not by much however, he wakes 10 minutes past his alarm. His living room lamp has suddenly appeared next to his bed and is flickering. Right into his eyes. It’s his friendly ghosts again. 

“I’m up, I’m up, stop it. Stop. I’m getting up.” The lamp flickers 3 more times, and Marcus contemplates learning morse code before finally dragging himself to the shower. 

His clothes are once again laid out and this time there’s a surprise waiting for him downstairs. Not only was the coffee brewed but a cup has already been prepared and is sitting next to a newspaper.The daily paper, Bell had found, was a great way to interact with his poltergeists  Sometimes it was open to the sports section, highlighting which games he should watch and more importantly who to root for. Or like today, with the obituaries first and foremost, some of them circled.. “Okay guys, what is it that you want me to see.” Maybe he’s projecting but it’s almost like he can feel them urging him on, “It’s something they have in common, something in common with my case….is it that they all have brown hair?” His skin tingles, as if hands are on his shoulders. “They all have brown hair…and they’re all. ” His neck feels like someone is dripping ice water on it. “They’re all from similar backgrounds, their parents maybe knew each other.” Something cold brushes against his lips before his secondary alarm goes off. “It’s not much, but thanks, I’ll bring home the case file tonight.” He promises as he gulps down the rest of his coffee. 

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“You kissed him Sherlock!”

“Well, our areas of communication are severely limited Watson. And I didn’t kiss him.”

“Only because I pulled you away!” 

“Yes, thank you for that.”

“You were only going to make him late.”

(via thetelltalejanelle)

esn13:

I asked the man to fold the night into
his tattered rucksack and carry it away.
I didn’t know him.

It wasn’t dark, and it wasn’t light;
the sky was on his back
and I was once again alone.

I fell asleep in my own shadow
and dreamed of his fall.