I am sorry to report that I am not in fact pregnant with a ghost baby. There were rumors. Suspicions. Raised eyebrows. But alas, my uterine lining has begun to shed.
So I guess my friends were right after all, that a ghost did not have relations with me while I was sleeping one night. I think that one day I will be glad I don’t have to raise a ghost. but today… well today I’m just disappointed.
I still have my baby birds though. Four of them! four tiny lovely little baby birds. They are getting so big! they’ll be leaving the nest soon, I imagine. I don’t know what I’ll do with myself once they’re gone.
Then I’ll have no ghost babies. No bird babies. nothing. Nothing but my stupid face.
- My witches of eastwick
- We found love in a hopeless place