Smiskis

My sister sent me a Smiski for my birthday. It’s a tiny glow-in-the-dark figure hugging its knees, and it now lives on the shelf above my bed.

The card said they like to hide in corners. I didn’t understand until I turned off the light and there it was, a small green ghost keeping watch.

I have three now. One is reading, one is stretching, one is just sitting. I don’t think I’ll stop at three.