he comes to me in my sleep, sometimes. a shuffling coming from my closet awakes me, and his presence enters my nostrils and lungs. my room is suddenly warmer with his breathing, as he slides open the door and comes tumbling into the open near my bed.
"...oh god..." i begin, panicking at his presence.
"it's not what you think, red. don't worry," he assures me with a smile. he looks different, but only in the best of ways. he seems more youthful, almost jubilant.
"you only come for one thing, att. she didn't leave me... or is this how i find out about it?" i ask, still a little unsure of his being here.
"no, child," he replies, calmly taking a seat at the foot of my bed. he pauses for a moment, and becomes somber. "i came to say good-bye. at least for now."
"but, atticus... i.. why do you have to go? can't you come visit, ever?"
"as it would have it, red, you surprised us all, and found it. she's the real thing, and you know it." his great grey chest rises as he breathes slowly. "but you