I know what to do. Walk, damn it.
But how does a ghost walk?
I’m surprised by my legs’ fragility. Instead of the strong and athletic legs I had when I was alive, these look like the steam that blew from my skin when I took a hot shower after a long run. There’s a mist below my waist, but no muscle, no flesh.
I’m confused, but that’s okay. How will I get this done?
As I did in life, I move. I keep moving. I don’t stop. Mainly, I just want to see someone–anyone.
Hullo. Anyone here?
Ghosting: Hey, Lila’s caretaker here. She’s becoming familiar with her ghost self. Put yourself in her place. When you wake up dead, what’s your first thought?