Ghost of my past

My past is still haunting and taunting me.

I dreamed of her last night. Her face wasn't clear. In fact it wasn't her face, but in the dream, I was certain it was her.
She was skinnier. She was wearing this white silk blouse.

The dream was a bit hazy, but I knew it was her with me. We are amidst people we knew in the dream but in reality, I had no inkling who they were.

I wanted to stay in the dream. I wanted to dwell on the haze, to dwell on her presence.

7:30am.

My mobile rang. It was The Boyfriend giving me a wake up call.

Time to go back to my real world.