Help Me Get Away

I dreamt we held hands. Your hair was so golden and bright that it almost burned to look at you. I pressed my lips to yours and felt a spark. That electricity pierced through my soul and filled me with more love than I could bear. It was so vivid that I could almost feel you, smell you… taste you. Then, I remembered you were not real and I saw the faces of all the women I had ever loved. That same spark began to crackle through my skull, shocking me into wakefulness. My body was so overwhelmed by the heartache of it all that I woke up gripping my chest, gasping for air. My eyes stung from the pain and I could only suffer in a quiet, blind terror. You were not a dream; you were a nightmare.

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