I was walking with the ghost

This is the top of a picture I took. The other half is of some friends sitting on a couch at Jamie's house

This is something I wrote a long time ago:

I drained my thoughts through the floor
The neighbours watched below
Seeing soggy half baked memories
Sink around their toes

Finally my head gleaming clean
Lighter too with the new start of things
I stood floating above my drained dreams
Empty and forgotten

The damp hard wood floor against my lips
Looking down through the cracks to see what I’d missed
The mother had already forgotten
The child cried in the mist.

I tend to run out of inspiration nearing the ends of them. "The child cried in the mist" - What the hell is that all about. It's a fake rhyme with "missed" that's what it is.

There are men in my house painting the ceilings. Stacy is one of them and the other is Dan. They're generally nice. I feel like I should offer them tea and cookies or something. But then I remember that I'M NOT an old lady with cookies to spare. They have draped plastic sheets from the top of the walls down to the floor in the kitchen. So the cupboards and countertop are hidden. I had to crawl on top of the counter and shuffle around in search of the fruit near the sink while at the same time hoping Stacy wouldn't walk in and say "what the fuck?!" At any rate the story ends happily because I got my pare and Stacey was no where to be seen.