In my nightmare, I see my grandma standing there. I’m always in utter confusion because she never speaks, moves, or even blinks. 

When I was younger, she was the most talkative and beautiful woman I’ve ever seen; she had natural blonde hair that shines even in the dark—that’s how I knew it was her in my dreams because her hair glowed. 

She always said she would look after me even when she had passed away. 

I still remember going to sleep on her shoulder, even when I wasn’t tired. I still remember all those times she made me dinner. She was my little angel looking after me. 

Again and again, she appeared in my dreams looking down on me, like she was staring into my soul. What is she so amazed about? I wondered. 

After a couple of dreams, I began to be able to move my head, but my body was stuck. I saw nothing but darkness all around me. My alarm clock was the only light as it flashed “3:00 am”.

“What do you want from me?” I asked her. 

“You look just like your mother. I love your green eyes,” she said. 

I began to float outside of my body; I never realized how skinny and fragile I looked from another point of view. 

“I wasn’t able to say goodbye, so here I am.”

“That’s it? You’re not going to kill me or haunt me for the rest of my life?”

“Not at all. I love you, and I see great things for you in the future. You are the definition of beauty, Laura.”