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Spirits


I could not sleep, all the night I hear breaths. As if someone was sleeping beside me. The walls came closer and closer to me till I felt them on my chest. Suddenly I jumped and told my sister:” I’ll go home.” “At this hour!” she screamed,” you are crazy!” she added but I insisted. The streets were almost empty, dark, cold, and dangerous. As soon as I opened the door, Jasmine jumped onto my arms.” Oh, my dear girl, I miss you.” I put a food in its dish; but it smelled it, then came back to my lap, put its head on my chest and meowed.
The house was warm even there was no fire. I went to bed. Jasmine slept too. In my dream I hear a sound repeating:” God Bless the house...” Really, I was frightened.
Next day I told my sister” My home has a spirit” she replied“ you are crazy.” I added “ I can not sleep outside, I feel its warmth, its smell too is so lovely, I like this house too much, can not ever live anywhere else." She tried to explain: “That is because you have nice memories, don’t forget; you have spent in this house your best years ever with him.”
Although two years have elapsed now since he had left; but I feel he is still here in every spot. His toothbrush still there in the bathroom, his perfume bottle, half empty, is on the laver's roof. His wards’ echoes still could be heard in the rooms.
I remember his wedding party; the first time I saw the girl he chose to marry. She was young and pretty, blonde-haired person, she has green eyes. He danced with her happily; she was like a butterfly in her light green dress. I had bought for him a bunch of white Lillis, I know he likes this flowers. I stepped up the few stairs, covered with a red carpet, to give him the bunch. While taking it from my hand; I saw his eyes. He looked into mine with pity. These eyes which I adored for four years. I do not need his pity; I am so strong. I know he had loved me honestly, but we had to separate. We had agreed upon this matter, he shall marry, and I will travel aboard to complete my studies. I am still so young to marry. That was What I told him.
So, now I should leave within two weeks. However, can I?
My friends arranged a good-bye party. She asked me: “You should spend this night with us. It is too late to go home.” I said: “Yes, I will”. Two years ago, we had arranged a similar one, and danced all the night, between his arms, I always felt calm and safe, “if we could go on like that for ever!” he murmured. “But we can not, you know we can not” I whispered. “You are crazy! You love me!” he screamed. I laughed, “Yes I do, but there are many things else I like to do in my life.” I explained trying to calm him. “I want to settle, I want to make a family.” He tried to convince me. “Good, go on, do it.” I said . He was so angry, but he had held me between his arms all the night; and I had fell in deep sleep, feeling calm and safe.
My friend waked me lately at night “you were screaming, a nightmare?” she asked worryingly “Oh, no, It is my home, the walls is calling me to go home.” She looked at me strangely “Are you mad, to go home now! the sun will rise soon, then you can go!” she tried to hold me, “No, just now, I cannot stay.” I said flying away. Yes, the walls were breathing in my ears, the sound called me to go back home.
I opened the door, Jasmine jumped onto my arms, licked my face, “Come to bed my girl”. Jasmine used to sleep under his feet, he used to play with it in the morning, “You know, it shares with you something” he told me softly. “What is it?” I asked. “My love!” said in his lovely voice, I laughed long.
I postponed my trip for many days, until it was impossible to stay any more. I take Jasmine to one of my friends “Please take care of it, don’t let it go out” I begged her. “Ok.” She agreed. And I left.
I rent a home in the strange city. The first night was so hard. The house was cold and I hear the sound all the time. I thought; I will be used to my new life, I will be used to the new city and the new house, also I will bring another cat to live with me. Nevertheless, every night it became more difficult. The walls of the new house come closer and closer to me; they are on my chest, I cannot breathe. I cannot bear any more, I cannot sleep for one moment at nights. I became sure that homes have souls; in a way. My old home has a special soul ,a soft, and tender soul, it is still calling me every night. Jasmine too, I saw it in my dreams meowing sadly.
Again, I packed my things.
I take the first trip home, straight to my friend house, “incredible ! You are back! Surely you are crazy!” she said .“Where is Jasmine?” I asked immediately. “Sorry dear, Jasmine had jumped out of the veranda two days ago, sorry for that, but I did not find it anywhere.”
I went home, opened the door, Jasmine Jumped onto my arms. I was sure I will find it there; for it cannot live out of this house, like me. Yes, we share something…the spirit of the house…


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najwanajati


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