Who is this person who exists tonight?
She is restless; overheated. She gets out of bed, grabbing her phone and walking through the darkness of the bedroom.
In the bathroom she takes a long hard look in the mirror, inhaling and exhaling her appearance.
She feels haunted and realizes the ghost isn't Him.
For the first time in years, the Ghost is someone alive.
She realizes her humanity, and she smiles at her reflection.
"Finally..." she thought.
Pondering and worrying about someone who is alive is a step out of her PTSD.
It doesn't make the situation better.
But It does make the situation Human.