Her touch, her voice, her name, every thing about her is perfect.you wake up, or so you thought, and she was their her beautiful hair and her shape you thought she was a living dream... An angel perhaps. You haven't seen her in a while ever since the incident.. She sat in between your thighs and told you to rub her hair. So as told you did, but you realized she was more.. "Quiet" than usual... You asked if she was ok she said nothing no response she sat down on you lap and kissed you. You were confused but couldn't stop she.. She's she's perfect.. You can't help to feel this way and continued after a while you apparently waken up and saw her next to you.. You smiled and realized what had happened after you kissed her.. You didn't know what to do.. You couldn't stop thinking about her... She's perfect beautiful...different than other's.. As you grinned you headed a high pitched screech in your ear again and again and then you woke up and you were in a mental hospital.. And the beautiful girl? She died a year ago.. You sat their and cried yourself to sleep with- ought realizing...
