Jacqueline Plumley

To Giselle, Love Grandpa

She awoke to the sun peeking through the opening in her living room curtains. The rays were so warm and bright. Squinting to see, she slowly arose from her supine position on the couch. Pushing the wisps of hair from her face, she began to remember the events of the night before. Was it all a dream, or did she really see her deceased grandfather? Sitting straight up now, she placed her elbows on her knees, beginning to think she was going mad. How could she really believe that her grandfather, who died 13 years ago, had sat with her on the same couch that she had just awoken on? Reaching for the glass of water on the coffee table caused her to jump. The smell of his cologne, the wrinkles on his face, the sound of his voice that she missed so much. How could she imagine that? It was all too real to be a dream. But the little black book he had handed her…where could it have gone?