Ghostly Activities

“Ah, it’s 6 in the morning, time to wake up.”
I murmured, as I walked through the walls, heading to the bathroom.
Wait, you think it’s weird how I said that?
Don’t worry, I am not using the wrong words.
I am a ghost, so I can do this “walk through things” thing.
So, I went to the bathroom, and took a “shower”.
Well, it was force of habit.
I could affect the real world, like turning the facet on, opening doors, windows, and touching stuff.
But I couldn’t really shower.
After the “shower”, I went to the kitchen to eat my breakfast.
A good ol’ bowl of cereals and a glass of juice was my choice for this morning.
Just when I tried to “enjoy” my breakfast, a shriek interrupted me.
It was Emily, my “roommate”.
After shrieking for a while, she stopped, and frowned.
Massaging her temples, she sighed.
“John! I told you! I eat pancakes on Thursday mornings! Not cereal!”
She said.
I shrugged.
“This is what I made. Eat it or not, it’s up to you!”
I said, leaving for the living room.
She just looked at the table, and started a mini-lecture.
She couldn’t really see me, but she could hear me.
She snorted, but nonetheless, she sat down and ate the breakfast.
Going to the living room, I sat down and turned on the TV.
Not long after I started watching a movie, Emily shouted from the front door.
“I am living, don’t touch my clothes!”
With that, she left.
I sighed, went to her room, and took her “to-be-washed” pile of clothes to the washing machine.
I put the clothes in the machine, and went back to the living room.
I was watching this classic action movie that I always loved.
Later on, I cleaned the house, before “eating” some salad for lunch.
At a bit past 5 pm, Emily came back from work.
Throwing her coat and purse on the couch, she went to the bathroom.
I took the coat and purse, and put them neatly away.
She’s such a messy person.
“JOHN!! I TOLD YOU NOT TO WASH MY CLOTHES!”
She shouted suddenly.
“They are all clean, and in perfect condition. What’s your problem?”
I asked.
“But that pile had some of my underwear too!”
She screamed, as she came out of the bathroom, slamming the door.
“I am more than a hundred years old, why do you act so shy?”
I asked, chuckling.
“Your voice is still young! And you do all these ghostly activities, it’s weird!”
She said.
“yes…my voice is quite young…”
I said, sighing.
She also fell silent.
We passed the evening in silence, watching some movies.
The next day, everything was done, just like before.