I watched as the human fell asleep, I sighed and then stood up brushing my pants off. What was I going to do? Technically humans aren't aloud to know about us, know about me. We try to keep it a mystery, let them keep wondering about our existence. There are people who don't believe in me; when they die they are met by other demons, to which they usually piss themselves. They then get tortured for eternity yadayadayada.

I considered my options, I could make this seem like a dream, or...I could be here when he wakes up. I weighed each choice.

I turned, grabbed and blanket and layed it over the feisty boy; then I lifted his head and slid a pillow under it. I looked around the living room, examining and memorizing each detail, hoping to be able to picture it perfectly later. Committing to memory the way the walls were painted an off white color; the way the wood sat in the fireplace, and the pile of delicately stacked wood next to it; all the way to the picture off him and another boy. The picture made me furious. How dare another man touch the beauty in front of him in such a way? I growled out loud, the boy groaned and his eyes fluttered open. I quickly made myself invisible, I needed to do this if I wanted to be able to make a choice.

"Hey! International playboy or whatever, where did you go?" He said loudly.

'Im right here' I thought to myself. I wanted so badly to answer the boy, but I knew I couldn't, that I shouldn't. I let out a silent sigh and went to the kitchen, using my powers I quietly cleaned the kitchen up, it looked normal like nothing happened. I decided to chance it, and leave a note. A piece of paper and a pen appeared in front of me.

Why hello there baby boy, you remember me right?

I would suggest not to try and test me next time, and don't worry there will be a next time, many next times in fact. Keep your eyes open for me, I might appear anywhere. In the mean time, just know I will be keeping an eye on you, you can try to summon me again, but that rarely works for humans. But you seem...special.

Have a good night doll.

Tell no one about me or you will be punished

I was satisfied with the words so I put it on the fridge and then went back into the living room to see the boy one last time. He had turned on the TV, seemingly waiting for my return. I examined his face, memorizing each feature on him. All his little freckles and there placements. I take a mental snapshot of him, then turn around again solemnly. Going back to my so called kingdom, knowing that now I will feel more lonely then ever.