I am jolted out of my dreams by some paws pushing down on me. It hurts when little animals put all their weight into a certain spot. I was grateful though.

“Good morning Anubis, good morning Bastet.” I was curious as to how they managed to get into my room with the door closed but decided that I liked leaving some things as a mystery.

“That sure was a weird dream. I don’t have siblings, and I don’t remember being in a lake. That last dream felt more like a memory than a dream though.”

I run my finger through my hair, ruffling it a bit. I had been learning the different feelings between dreams and memories recently.

“Does this cabin bring a lot of memories out in people?” I ask them. I had been remembering a lot of things that I hadn’t thought of in a while, and so vividly that it felt as though I was reliving the experiences.

I shudder at the thought. I would never want to go back to relive the worst moments in my life. Or, not even the worst. I wouldn’t want to relive any of the bad moments.

Would I want to relive the good ones? No, probably not. It feels as though there is a dark shadow hanging over a lot of my life that I haven’t been able to shake. Which is part of the reason that I am here after all.

“Don’t.” Anubis says.

“Know”. Bastet finished.

It is adorable how much the two of them are in sync with each other.

“Get clothes.” Anubis says.

“We smell breakfast.” Says Bastet.

“You smell breakfast? How is that possible? Did someone else show up!?” I roll out of bed, my feet hitting the floor with a satisfying thud.

Curious to find out if this is the other living being I walk over to my closet and throw on some clothing, loose pants and a cute top with a little dinosaur saying ‘rawr!’ I don’t know how I got it, or why I have it, but it is cute and approachable… unlike me.

I brush my teeth, brush my hair and bounce lightly down the stairs and into the kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen, I freeze.

“Pervert!” I shout, utterly surprised.

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There is a man in boxer briefs with an apron cooking. When he turns around to look at me I see that on his apron is written ‘Mr. Sexy’. I just completely freeze as I have no idea how to react.

Turning around he flashes a bright smile. “When did you arrive? Or are you a ghost? Please tell me that you are one of the ghosts!”

I am startled by the energy that he is exuding, which breaks me out of my trance. “I’ve been here for a little while now, lost track of how many days. Maybe two or three weeks?” I ask.

If I counted my journal entries then I would know, but it did not seem like the time for that. “How long have you been here?” I ask back. “Are you one of the ghosts?”

But then I remember that Noah said that he was the only one that was currently awake, whatever that means. Does that mean that this person is the other living person? Or did another one of the ghosts wake up?

“As far as I know I am very much alive. And making breakfast. How do you like your eggs? Though at this point” he glances down at the pan “you are going to have go with scrambled as that is all the eggs I have, we have? Is it we now, we do live together? Anywho, I think that this conversation would be much more fun over breakfast, don’t you?”

I couldn’t argue with that, especially since the food smelled amazing. It looked like eggs, pancakes and bacon. That was a lot of food for one person. Did he always cook this much for himself?

“Normally I would say I like my eggs over easy, but I really don’t know that means. I think it makes me sound fancy, eggs are eggs though, so yeah. Scrambled is good… wait can scrambled eggs be over easy?” I say and take a seat at the table. “Is there anything that I can help you with?” I ask, feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Uhhh, no and also no… little rawr. I don’t like anyone in the kitchen with me while I am cooking, well unless they are… never mind.”

Little rawr? Oh I get it, I called him Mr. Sexy because of his clothes so he is calling me little rawr because of the rawr! on my shirt. Makes sense.

“Rawr, which mean my name is Aurora in dinosaur. And as far as I am aware I am alive.” I say, awkwardly. I know that he said we would talk while we ate but I at least wanted to introduce myself.

“Wait, if you speak dinosaur then odds are you are dead, like really dead.” He takes a pause with a deadpan stare “I’m Luke, but you can call me Mr. Sexy, especially since I am going to keep calling you little rawr for a while. It’s cute. And I don’t want to think of napping beauty every time I see you.”

That was fair and I couldn’t say that it wasn’t. There were times that I hated my name. Times I loved it too, like when I looked up at the sky when it was dark outside and saw colors waving and dancing across the sky, leaving trails of beauty.

When we moved away from places that you could see the aurora though people just thought of me as some princess that slept for an unnaturally long time. Not how I wanted to be thought of. Even if I do like sleeping. A lot. I like sleeping a lot.

I fall quiet, just a bit lost in my thoughts. I wonder if I would know if I was dead. Do ghosts immediately know they are ghosts? Would it be rude of me to ask Noah?

I really don’t want to upset him or hurt his feelings. He is such a precious cinnamon roll. I wanted to protect him, even if it meant not asking some of the questions that I wanted to have answers to.

It didn’t take long until the food was done, and Luke was bringing it to the table. While he was cooking, I took it upon myself to set the table. After all the dining room is not the kitchen, loophole, I think so.

I set out three places on the table. When Luke set the food down on the table, he looked at the place settings and then at me, confused.

“Do we have a third person that is going to be joining us for breakfast?”

“Yes, his name is Noah. He is one of the ghosts here. He can’t eat with us, but he joins and can talk some now, which is great.” I say and see Luke light up.

“You have met and talked with one of the ghosts here already? What did he say? What did you talk about? What is he like? Have you only met one? How would you describe him, is it Casper like or more transparent human? Oh, oh, is there ectoplasm? I mean, What brings you here?” he asks, rapid-fire.

Well, isn’t he a friendly one, and he seems like an extrovert as well. I am what people would call a fake extrovert, so I could keep up, but only to an extent. However, it was still nice to see another person here.

Though, keeping up with him might end up being a little… entirely, exhausting.