I slept alone again. At least I didn't cry. Was it a dream? Here, let me recount to you what happened that dream...

I was semi-conscious. There was a presence in the room, I guessed it was one of the numerous servants. They checked me every once in a while, in case I get a heart attack in the middle of my sleep. That presence wondered around. I faded in and out of consciousness, next thing I knew, there was an icy hand around my waist. You know, my subconscious mind is weird, my dreams are weird.

"Sorry," let's refer to him (his voice was masculine) as Bob because it sounds like "blob."

"...forgive me," Bob said, his voice was soft, in the sense of softness of voice and a softness of touch in a way, I honestly don't know how to explain it. It did seem familiar, but not.

"I......temper......because..." Bob told me. I tried to tell him to repeat what he said but all that came out of my mouth was a quiet groan. I could feel him check my face to see if I was awake. I struggled to stay awake for whatever Bob was going to say next.

"I......and I'm...." Curse my sleepy self. I was asleep before I could hear whatever he was going to say.

Looking back on that night, I remember a dream where the blanks were not blanks. It made sense in the dream, but when I think of the words, they were all gibberish. There was something about not understanding and ghosts. Told you it was gibberish.