That night in Tokyo.

Stage 1: Denial

"No your honour, it was not on purpose, you've got it all wrong."

Or maybe you don't.

On my other days, driving was a piece of cake. Dreams were also a piece of cake; the expression "sweet dreams" didn't mean a lot to me. Of course, at the time, I was just so innocent and adorable. 

I would twist my key like no other care in the world. Did I think I would ever realize this? No.

Like any other hygienic person, I would have a special routine before bed. I would take a shower, brush my teeth, do my skincare, etc. But all I can think of is those dreams.

"Try to move past it, it's probably just a phase." Are you fricken serious? You expect me to believe "Oh it's just a phase".

The doctors say to go to a therapist. A therapist says go to a doctor. If I live like this, might as well put it in denial.