A bench. Light rain. Five floating houses drawn in white lines above them. The girl in yellow does not look up. The ghost does not look down.
Ghost
I used to be taller. Then I stopped needing height.
Ghost
I'm not wet. I'm just not dry. There's a difference.
Girl
The houses above us. Are they yours?
Ghost
No. I just collect them. They float better when someone remembers them.
Girl
I don't remember mine.
Ghost
That's why I'm sitting here. Waiting for you to start.
Girl
How long have you been waiting?
Ghost
The bench is brown. The rain is vertical. Your jacket is yellow. I have been here since before color.
