I am the ghost that walks these halls avoiding the attention of those that might see. Alone in this place until the end of the day, I go home at night to what waits for me. I eat, I sleep, I breathe. And in the early morning hours before the morning birds awaken, before the sun has stretched his arms and yawned, before the informercials have finished their late night circuit, I watch the morning stars and walk into them, not to return from my friends, from their stories, for a few more hours. I am the morning ghost that walks these halls, the one that you don't see.