Have you ever had a dream so real it broke your reality?
I mean, it absolutely shatters the way you look at a person. Of course, it wasn't real. But how easily it could be. Your brain catches all of your fears and weaves them into a web of insecurity that plays every time you close your eyes.
If I could sleep forever, would I know that I'm dreaming? Would it end the deep, or would I wake up screaming?
All I see are his eyes plunging through the dark, falling further away from me.
His fingers curled round my face in a traitorous touch. His lips on my lips as he turns into dust. He is nothing but sand on the cliff side scattered in the breeze. And I am nothing but weakness trembling on my knees.
Why did I push him?