But lately, something has changed. Her futon is warm when she wakes. Her hair is tucked behind her ear when she knows she left it loose. A cup of tea sits steaming on her nightstand — no one else is there.
Nebusoku-chan almost laughed. People did call her an open window sometimes—part compliment, part reprimand. "I don't keep doors open," she said. "I forget to shut them sometimes." nebusokuchan and the touchy ghost final by