Rising with the klaxon trill of my alarm I found myself ripped from a nightmare and yet, I was more upset to wake than I ever was trapped in that terror. In my dream I was taunted and traumatised, my fears and anxieties were laid bare infront of the masses who pounced upon them like a starved cat upon a bird. But for all the pain and destruction that my subconscious rained upon me it gave me a rock to cling to, it gave me a light in the darkness and warmth against the chill in my veins. I was in love. In my nightmare it was horrific but I'd live within it to get back the feeling I lost when I woke up and to take away this feeling of loss I have suffered all day. I was in love last night and this morning I am without it, such a cruel nightmare continues beyond waking to suck the joy from my daylight hours.
Unknown "DK sharky" Perplexed - 16 years, 11 months, 19 days ago