Just like a ghost, you haunt my dreams. Three years have passed since I met her, and we shared one unforgettable night. She left without giving me her name but slipped a note into my sleepy hand, with the promise it would tell me everything that I needed to know. All she wrote was that when the time was right, she’d return to the annual Halloween gala and that she hoped I’d be there. Every year I return, hoping that our time has come, and every year she doesn’t. Still, I dream of her so often and intimately that they feel like memories. Her name may escape me, but I think I know who she is, and I’ve got something important I need to ask her. This Halloween, will the curvy younger woman who ghosted me finally return?