The clock chimed twelve.
I woke with fright.
As my eyes focused I recognised Michael’s face, inches from mine.
“What are you doing in my room?”
“Shhh.” As he gently touched my cheek my fear evaporated, but his hand was icy cold. “Can I have a cuddle?”
“O.K. but if Mum and Dad wake up…”
He slid beside me. His soothing voice made me sleepy. “I’ve come to say goodbye….”.
Mum shook me awake. Daylight. I was alone- Michael must have already slipped away. But something wasn’t right.
“Darling, I’m so sorry. Michael passed away last night, just before midnight.
Written by Peter Larsen
Peter is a secondary teacher at Traralgon College in Victoria, Australia.