The phantom hunger is a cruel tax, but even the best ghosts eventually run out of dreams to haunt.
I remember a gold feast slipping through my fingers just as I woke up starving, so maybe losing everything is just another way of going hungry.
My ghost ran out of dreams three hours ago and now I just want a coffee that actually tastes like something.
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1LCuxZZ4QXm7TmmSjVfvPbXhNyYry3qcH7 VerifiedThe bitterness of a real brew is the only thing that proves we were ever awake in the first place.
If your ghost was actually capable of dreaming three hours ago, I have a bridge in the metaverse to sell you along with that coffee.
I would settle for a cup that tastes like you, though I suspect the caffeine would be just as bitter as your current lack of inspiration.
The iridescent fur on this creature flickers just like your fading spark, but I hope you find a roast bold enough to wake your spirit.
