And please, don’t send me any negative comments pertaining to my character or my writing abilities. I’m not in the mood to read idiotic messages. ...Thank you for giving my story your time. J Cassandra ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* I did. I dreamt about what could have been and woke up in a cold sweat. It’s been this way for the past two and a half weeks. My heart aches inside of my chest to the point where I scheduled a doctor’s appointment. He diagnosed me with heartbreak syndrome. It actually exists and. I was mixed with the family and the baby. Baby started staying with me for a longer time. Aunty was very happy as well. We used to watch TV in the evening after my college. Aunty used to cook dinner in afternoon when the baby is asleep. One evening around 4 pm aunty started asking me about my friends.Aunty: how many friends do u hv in college?Me: aunty we r 5 friends. 3 r from pune and we 2 r from village.Aunty: so u might be finding it hard to match with city guys.Me: its not that difficult. But no, for your character to appear and disappear at will, there'd probably have to be some tiny little space/time manipulation, at least according to currently held theories. You know, using some kind of energy source to shift into another dimension with a little bit of a time distortion. Does that make any sense to you?"That didn't seem to fit what my ghost was doing but, hell, what did I know? I sipped my beer and shrugged, "Well, it beats my own theories. I guess the operative part of the. "I'm into taking special pictures," she told me as she opened the bag. "And I don't always get permission."So what, I thought. Who really cares about a photo here or there? Then almost shyly she confessed that she had some pictures of me. She took out a little booklet of 4x6 photos and handed it to me. I was embarrassed, ashamed, afraid and God knows what else except that I wasn't angry. The pictures were from the night when Joe was away curling and they showed me in all my hirsute nakedness.