[ WP ] You are a couch potato with a haunted sofa .

Who was I kidding, thinking a new sofa would brighten my dimly-lit apartment? My assumption that a brighter shade of beige would somehow compensate for the lack of color in the room. Idiot. Although, a small part of me is impressed by the comfort. The leather coating my arms and legs, I lie sideways, thinking of all the extra room I have now. She always loved that big old couch, especially when we would lie down facing each other. Her gazing into my eyes was paralyzing. I'd feel myself slowly falling into the pillow crease, her slowly sliding towards the floor, but our grip on each other removed any fear of slipping away. 
 
 I snap back into real time and shake my head to wake up. I look up to the tv, still the same episode of South Park. I must've drifted off for only a few minutes, but her face is still in my peripheral vision. I slowly sit up, making a slight groan as I do. Shit I feel old. Does every 25 year old groan when they sit up? I reach for the bong on the table and I take a hit, the smoke exiting my lungs like weights being lifted off me. I place the bong on the table as I finish exhaling, feeling a slight cough come up. I decide to get it all out with one big cough, so I ready my chest and let it all out. As I put my closed fist to my mouth and push, I feel a vibration. I immediately look to my phone next to me, but it is n't. My phones on the table, and I suddenly feel another vibration, louder and violent. A hurricane? Impossible. Then a stronger vibration, it's coming from the couch. The vibrations last for a second, then get louder and louder, to the point where my whole body is shaking. This is stupid, that asshole must've sprayed something on the weed. The vibrations stop, I let out a subtle sigh of relief. Never buying from him again. 
 
 My eyes are half-closed, barely watching the tv when I feel a cold wind push past me. My eyes open and my heart stops as what appears to be ghosts fly around me. Three transparent beings slowly circling me, their eyes glowing as they stare at me. `` Fucking ghosts?'' i say out loud, to my empty apartment. `` Shitty spiked weed and all my head produces is fucking ghosts?'' They circle me, slowing down until there is one on either side of me, and one in front of me. I ca n't move, but that's alright; none of my dreams let me move. Might as well sit back and get this over with. 
 
 They are just staring at me. I ignore their bright glowing red eyes and focus on the tv, staring through the ghost in front of me. The South Park episode seems to be paused, I look up at the ghost's eyes and say `` well, if my brain could write South Park episodes I would n't be sitting here would I?'' The ghost emotionless before me, this is a shitty dream. `` I hated you in that new movie by the way.'' This dream is taking forever. I reach for the remote next to me, when I feel a tingle on my hand. I look to my left, ignoring the ghost, when I see what appears to be a huge tarantula on my hand. My heart races, I am terrified, I fucking hate tarantulas. I need to move, I ca n't, the tarantula sitting on my hand and I am motionless. Then it starts to crawl up my arm, each leg slowly moving forward, I scream louder but I ca n't move a muscle. As it reaches close to my shoulder, my eyes staring at its furry legs, a hand grabs it and throws it across the room, the tarantula falls right into the garbage can next to the kitchen table. 
 
 I look up and see the face of my father. `` Not a bad shot, eh?'' The ghost is gone, and I look into the eyes of a man I have n't seen in over 10 years. I am still motionless on the couch as he smiles down at me. This is n't happening. I ca n't blink, I ca n't stop staring at his face. His blue eyes, his glasses, his bald head, his blue coat. I can see everything, clearer than any memory, I see him standing next to the couch. Then I hear a woman's voice, `` you always thought you'd be the world's best pitcher.'' I look to my right, there is no ghost, instead the figure of my mother steps into the light. `` Mom.'' I whisper, my eyes still wide open, my heart still racing. She smiles down at me for a moment, she still has her hair, and her voice is n't muffled and groggy. `` Why did you let her go? She was such a nice girl, you would have been happy together.'' My surprised face turns to fear as she continues. `` You could have been with her, enjoying your life, instead of taking care of me. You lost your chance at happiness because of me.'' I am still paralyzed, staring into her eyes, I do n't want this anymore. I use the little control over my lips to whisper, `` I'm sorry mum.'' She grins and bends over, closer to me, and whispers. `` I'm not the one you should be apologizing to.'' The lights fade to black as I look in front of me. 
 
 A light forms around a figure in front of me, then her face comes into view. I feel the sensations return to my body, the leather couch sticking to my arms and legs. I feel control over my body, and I feel my fear as my eyes stare at hers. Her glowing brown eyes staring at me, her lips slowly forming a smile, I begin to cry. The tears, held within for so long, begin to emerge. I am sobbing as I look towards the floor. `` I'm sorry.'' I mumble over the tears and mucus. `` I'm so sorry I let you leave, I'm so sorry.'' My voice cracking. My body shaking in the darkness, I feel every bit of shame and fear and self-loathing all at once. I am still sobbing when I feel her fingers press against my chin, guiding my head up. I look at her face, beautiful and caring. Her voice softly comforting me, `` What's wrong, David?'' She sits me up and lies me down horizontally on the couch, her hands warm, she rubs my forehead. `` Why do n't I come lie with you?'' She smiles as she lies down on the couch, facing me. The tears rolling down my face as I look into her eyes. She grabs my waist and I grab hers. `` I'm never letting go of you'', she says, looking deep into my eyes. Through the blurriness of my own tears, I notice the white in her eyes begin to fade. Her skin becoming transparent, I feel my grip on her waist weaken. She fades away and my hands are holding on to nothing. I feel myself being pulled into the crease. The dark room becoming darker as my teary eyes begin to dry. `` I do n't want this anymore'' I mumble to myself, as the room gets farther away, and the warm beige leather consumes me.
