I could smell your scent that lingered from within as I hugged my pillow and walked through my altered reality -- so habit-forming yet suffocating.

I should have known ahead of time so I could have avoided it in less than time but it was too late and I was at fault. I don't spite you for possessing such addictive aroma, I spite myself for betraying itself -- falling for such debacle trap.

Now, I am at peace in my stream of thoughts and images as ideal universe where no one could tell on when shall I be going back to what-so-called "reality" in norms.