Like a Ghost

 
by David Michael
 
He heard a sound behind him, and turned to look.
 
His little girl was on her hands and knees, a white blanket draped across her, crawling towards him.
 
He smiled. "Hi, Baby," he said.
 
"Unh," she said, and sat back on her knees, the blanket falling off her. She stood up and wrapped the blanket back around her like a cloak. "I wanted to scare you by being a ghost," she said.
 
The father laughed. "Even with a blanket on, I know who you are."
 
She pulled the blanket up higher. "This is how you're supposed to wear it," she said. Now only her face showed. The rest of her had been wrapped in the blanket.
 
"Like a cloak?" he asked.
 
"Like a ghost," she said. And she floated away.