It's A Girl

The MC unfurls onto the half-inflated mattress and doesn't register the slight outline of his invisible roommate. All his cares in the world are focused right now solely on one thing and one thing only, his date.

"I know its a little presumptuous of me, but this has gotta be a date, right? Yeah, it's gotta be a date. But, I mean, the is Chelsea. And with a guy like me..." the MC shakes the thought off. "Just need some sleep. Then, I get to see Chelsea even faster.

The MC drifts off into the domain of the Sandman. But for his roommate, that's not possible. She's never been able to sleep for the last 10 years.

She floats through the air soaking in the anticipation the MC was seething with. The Spectator was also stricken with the same emotion. Because now that he was here, she could finally rest.

"Just for one night," Spectator whispered.

On one such night, a fellow spectator visited her when her body was freshly dead, and her a freshly made spectator. They wore the body of their tenant. They spent the night with her and explained how being in their Tenant's body was possible. How it was possible for her to do.

Every new tenant posed a challenge for her. Failure after failure to fully possess her tenant led to less and less of them lasting in her room. Eventually, they stopped coming at all. Even the fellow spectators stopped coming. They must thought she was a joke. But tonight was a new chance, a new opportunity to finally succeed.

The Spectator floated downward and continued downward even as her ghostly form struck the MC's body. His body jolted awake, spasming all over the inflatable mattress. As suddenly as they started, the violent movement ceased.

The MC's body sat upright and looked to the spot the Spectator was earlier. Now there was only the ghostly form of the MC. The MC locked eyes with its body and shrieked.

"Why am I looking at myself? Did I always look that bad in bed?"

The Spectator raised her new hands and gently ran the fingers from them to her new face. "I have a body again. I have a body again!" she yelled. She noticed and quickly cupped her hands over her mouth. In a lower register, "I'm alive again..." Tears pattered her cheeks.

"Um, do you want me to come back later?" the MC pointed to the door in a mock gesture. "or can I have my body back now!?"

The Spectator wiped her tears away. "I didn't think I would be able to see you once you were ejected." She stood up and cupped the MC's ghostly hands together. "Thank you for being my tenant," she said with a warm smile.

The MC quickly become flustered. "Uh, you're not welcome for stealing my body. But, um, you're welcome... Can I have my body back?"

"Oh, but I thought you'd be happy to be a ghost now. You can be Chelsea now."

"Oh, I'm going to be with Chelsea alright. We're going on a date tomorrow," he said, grinning like a doofus.

"Oh, if you want to wait for the morning be my guest. Even way, I can finally sleep for a night." The Spectator curled up on the mattress and started count sheep.

The MC floated in the air side to side above the Spectator. He finally caught on. "Wait, you said now. You specifically said I could be Chelsea now. What did you mean by that?"

Without moving or cracking an eye, the Spectator relayed the rules of possession to the MC. As she neared the end of explaining them to him, he had the widest grim plastered on his face.

After she was finished, the Spectator drifted off into sleep, leaving the MC to float through the halls and make his way to the other tenets. He could be anyone by now. He could even be Chelsea.