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"Mama! Mama please wake up! It's dinner time! Mamaaaa!"
I slowly opened my eyes, as I heard my daughter's voice. My mind didn't feel as exhausted, and my thoughts were more uniform. Although I don't experience exhaustion like other people, I can tell I'm tired when even my own thoughts make little sense.
"Ah, Nyx… How long did I sleep?"
"Like two hours! Let's eat with the family!"
"R-Right… Yeah let's eat."
I nodded happily, stretching my arms and yawning, and then I walked to the bathroom, washing my face with cold water.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I had changed so much… Sometimes it was hard to recognize myself, and it made me a bit sad.
Where did Fran start, and where did Maria end? It felt like there wasn't a clear line between who I was and who I am now.
And yet… I suppose that's still me.
"…"
I touched the mirror for a moment, feeling slight existential dread.
I guess depression and these thoughts come with being a ghost.
