Breathe!
I sit up in my bed, holding my breath and then I slowly inhale. I can’t see anything in my room, but maybe that’s due to my eyes being closed. There’s residue of a memory on my mind and it’s fading away, fast.
What is it?
“I am alone in the back of a moving black car.”
Then how was the car moving?
“I am alone, except a driver, who I can’t see — wait — there’s someone else with me…. She was with me. Why was she with me?”
I ask the questions. Who was with you?
“I — she — we’re enchanted. Our bodies are a symphony, I fall in Wonderland when I look in her eyes. And oh, how her lips taste of euphoria. Why the hell would you wake me up from that? Why did you take that away from me?”
I ask the questions —
“Fuck off!” I open my eyes and burst out of my bed, running forward… into my desk. Now I’m on the ground with a bruised knee. I sigh in misery before fumbling my hands through my desk for my iPad. I accidentally knock a book down: Freud. Goddamn Freud.
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