Mirage.

cheshire.

How long will you look for excuses?

As long as I don't have to need one.

And, how many excuses do you want?

None, I laugh.

Count some coffee beans for me, instead.

Denial tastes like coffee.

And, what about his touch?

Electric.

Real.

Too real.

Is that what you are afraid of?

Real consequences?

Real pain?

Real heartbreak?

Yes.

Maybe.

Maybe?

I have been living in fictions for too long.

I write my ever after.

But, they end with the book.

The epilogue is their rest.

Do you really want to,

Close this chapter?

Yes.

I must.

Why?

I cannot afford non-fiction in my dystopia.

I cannot afford fictional hopes for my reality.

I cannot afford to fall down the rabbit-hole.

All the smiles, are Cheshire.

The only Utopia you found,

Why was it in his proximity?

Why are you writing about him?

Because, I know what happens

When the clock strikes midnight.