Ghost in my Closet

Recently, I run to a question: 
If you are given 24 hours to spend however you want, and money is not a concern, what would you do?

Sleep. My instant answer was sleep.

I paused for 3 seconds, became aware that my answer may not be enough to satisfy the huge possibilities that the question may offer. I tried to think "average". If I were a normal person, what would I do?

Hmm. Think again.

24 hours of self-indulgence for FREE.
Think again.
Maybe go to Disneyland?
Or a Caribbean holiday?
Shopping in Paris?
Or hunt ghost castles in Denmark?
Denmark. Denmark.

No. I still want to sleep.
Sleep.
Cuddle in bed.
My bed. That bed. That room. That place.
Make absurd ghost hunting strategies in that bed.
Someone will laugh on my ideas but I don't care.
I'm going to hunt ghosts and I know I'm not going there alone.
I will talk about ghosts until I fall asleep.

How fast things changed.
I said I won't count because it's harder to let go that way.
So, I won't remind myself that for 19 months, things were different.

It's amazing how people can just walk away like that.
We used to talk about ghosts and now, he's just a ghost himself.
It only shows how little they truly care all this time.
Or maybe, they just care too much on something else.

To call it love is an overstatement.
I just know it was able to lift people high enough and make them change their minds midway.
It's threatening how people can make something look so magical and yet fake at the same time.