In the half light he could not see her. Nathanius was sound asleep, with his head resting on a goose down vest, with his hat draped over his eyes. It wasn’t him that he had heard call his name, Jon assured himself.
No, the familiar “Jon-Jon” was her pet name for him - it was her, or at the very least, a dream of her that came to him.
A cold wind enveloped where he lay, and a heavy darkness descended upon their camp. This woke him completely. Jon stared with melancholy into the trees beyond - and there - there amongst the stringy birch trees he saw Fatima … in spirit form and naked - she was just standing under the shimmering branches watching him from afar.
Jonathon tried as quietly as he could to push himself up from the ground, and barefooted, he strode across the greasy moss to be with her. It was her spirit-self he could see - not a wraith or ghoul, but a warm-blooded soul, although without a body - this ethereal girl, seemed more beautiful than when she had been alive - full of light and true warmth, her essence, the essential her, was bare before him.
She lightly touched his face and drew him close - and into the alcove he entered with sweet relief, he gave his love to her.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Finding Self - Second Guesses- Azlander Series
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