opportunity knocked; well it banged. awaking me from the sweetest dream of all the things that aren’t, but could have been. can they still be? with hardened dribble on my cheek, i groaned “who’s there? come in.” hovering over me, possessing feelings of mere affection he just stood there. i felt him but i never looked up. see, i figured if he wanted my company he would have made it clear to me. instead he stood embracing me, steady mocking the mess i had made of myself. he didn’t even offer to help. not a small word or a shy good luck. not a simple you’re beautiful, or demand to get up. nothing. he seemed scared. was i that much of a monster? a vicious scene to be feared?