the doorbell sounds, I open the door she turns around and greets me with a smile.

She's glowing: radiant, vibrant, beautiful, flawless.

She embodies the decadence of elegance.

No words are spoken, they are not needed. We embrace and begin our descent into indulgence.

I don't want this to end I become Lucid, no matter how long it lasts it is not enough.

This is torment, for as long as I can remember she has occupied a portion of my subconscious and conscious.

But she is trapped in my mind. Real as long as I am idle.

Idols have no time to be Idle.

Idle time is your worst enemy.

I wake up, sweating, groggy, upset.

I am still searching, for my Bad Dream.