Sometimes I dream in technicolor. Sometimes I dream in black and white. It's quite beautiful actually. But when you wake up it's hard to clearly remember. I could have lived an entire lifetime in the span of three hours. It might make me cry. It might make me laugh. But it's all a distant memory. I can't smell or feel. Emotions are there but detached in some way.
Then you open your eyes and return to reality. Sometimes it's a relief, sometimes it's painful.
But now, he haunts my dreams. And It's like I can feel. I feel truly alive. And loved. And like I'm not alone in this world.
But he's not real.
So I'll lie awake at night deciding, do I want to sleep and see him just to be let down again in the morning when I wake up, or do I want to force myself to lie awake so I can't be hurt anymore than I already am?
He makes it all go away. The self-loathing, the name-calling, the cutting, the bruising...
So I'll ask myself once again:
Is it time to wake up?
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Gabriel
WerewolfMaeve Gray was done. Finished with her life. It was a sob story to end with her dive off a school roof, but when the man of her dreams - literally- comes to her aid, she can't help but break down her walls and fall head over heels. But he has sec...
