I sit up in bed.

My legs are aching.
Throbbing.
Pulsing.
I reach down to soothe them.
They are gone.
Two fatty stumps are left.
I am horrified.
But strangely calm as well.
This is weird.
He has cut my legs off!
He has cut my legs off!
I smell Jasmine.
I think he loves me.
He cut away my disability.
Made me whole.
Complete.
You could have helped.
You chose not to.
Did you know this was going to happen?
Are you in on this?
As I look around the room I notice a little bottle on the bedside table.
I stretch over.
As best as I can.
Unscrew the cap and smell.
It is intoxicating.
I put it to my lips.
Knock the whole lot back.
He opens the door.
Slowly walks over to me.
I look straight into his eyes and smile.
He smiles back.
I beckon him to me.

I lie down in bed.