The most beautiful thing

If you love horror movies, or ghost movies, it is bound to occur to you.

That the most cherished part of your life . . .

The thing you always dreamed of, but never dared to hope for . . .

The thing that gets you out of bed . . .

And gives you a reason to live . . .

Is only an hallucination.

A vivid dream.

Perhaps a bit of bad beef.

That you are going to jump in your car and drive twelve hours only to discover an old abandoned house in a cotton field in Alabama.

With broken out windows, rickety doors, and maybe an unmarked grave with a large coon hound sitting on it.

Who runs over to you the minute you appear.

Wagging its tail like you are its long lost friend.