Writing and Stuff

"She raised her finger toward the window, paused and glanced at the ghost's blurry outline. It must be horrible to exist without being able to touch anything. To spend years not being able to go anywhere or do anything more than move really small objects. It would be worse than being in prison, Mirabella thought with a shiver. She put her finger to the window and felt a tendril of relief that it was cold to her touch, and that she could trace the shape of a teardrop on the glass."