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hot shower to loosen up. My moving woke him up I guess, and as I was getting out of bed he reached over and touched my back. “I always wanted to wake up in the morning next to you,” he said, smiling at me. My stomach got some butterflies as he said it. I decided it was better to go take a hot shower and calm down rather than get back into bed with him. I wasn’t sure how I felt about last night yet, and didn’t want to encourage anything else until I got my head on straight.
    Christian took a shower while I cooked us up some breakfast, more eggs and bacon. He sat down at the table, and I could tell he was not sure how to approach me. I decided to take the “nothing ever happened” tactic, and acted like normal, making casual conversation as we ate.
    “I was thinking maybe we could go to a movie today?” he asked me. I sighed in my head, and obviously out loud too, after I saw the look on Christian’s face.
    “Sorry, I’m just really tired and need to get some things done around the house today. Maybe another time?”
    “I can help you out here if you like?” he offered. Great.
    “Nah it’s ok, but thanks though. I think I just want to make an early night of it tonight. I have some laundry and cleaning that needs to get done, nothing I can’t handle on my own.” I looked over at Christian’s disappointed face, and he absently played with what was left of his breakfast on his plate with his fork.
    “Things are going to be weird now, aren’t they?” he asked quietly.
    “No, no I promise, no. I just need some space Christian, I need to clear my head.” Things were already weird, I thought to myself. This was exactly what I didn’t want.
    He got up from the kitchen table and took his plate to the sink and rinsed it off. “Ok, I get the hint. I’ll take off, and get out of your hair.” He didn’t look back at me as he went over to the couch to put his shoes on. “I’m gonna walk down to the gas station, get some coffee, and call a cab from there. Give me a shout later if you want.” He walked over to me, and kissed my forehead before he started for the front door.
    I started to open my mouth to offer him a ride home, but he was out the door so fast I didn’t even have time. Wonderful. I was so worried about things being weird between us, but I was the one who had made them weird. There was no reason why I shouldn’t be with Christian. He obviously cared about me, and I knew he would treat me like a princess. What was I so scared of?
    I didn’t mope around too long. Putting some laundry in to wash, I then made my way upstairs to my computer. I had two letters from my pen pal, and wanted to write out a reply. I had so many questions, I didn’t know where to start. First I started by looking up the address of the pub we went to last night. I planned on asking that bartender some questions. Once I had the address written down, I grabbed a piece of stationary and my pen.
    While I must say that you pique my interest, it is a little bit scary to think that you might always be watching me. What are you? Are you human? A ghost, poltergeist, incubus? Should I be afraid of you? You seem to know a lot about me, and I know nothing about you.
    If you’re going to continue to follow me or watch over me, at least tell me what I can expect. I have not spoken a word of this to anyone, and I don’t plan to.
    What happened to those men in the cemetery that night? I saw two of them walking along the road some time after, but what happened to the third man that you assaulted?
    I know this is probably more questions than you’re willing to answer but you can’t blame me for trying. I’ll be waiting anxiously for your reply.
    Skyy
    I folded the letter up, grabbed an envelope and sealed it up. I walked downstairs and put it outside in its usual pick up spot. It was only 4 p.m., and I still had laundry to finish before heading down to the pub to speak to the bartender.
    Three hours later I was on my way to downtown