she sleeps on the bed with the uncomfortable pillows. the blanket that's
too thin in the freezing room. she just woke up from another nightmare. other
people would probably call them regular, or even pleasant, dreams but she is not
them and they are not her.
in her eyes her skin is blue and purple. thin and transparent with all
veins glowing in the darkness. they used to be her favorite colors, now she
wanna knock them out of her memory.
it feels like her blood is on strike. freezing blue in a freezing room. twenty-one
hours in the same bed, in the same room makes the body feel shut down. sleeping
all day, slumming all night. the dreams are still haunting her. she can't stand
beside him. never again. only in her dreams. he doesn't exist. he's only around
in spirit. he can't hear her, he's in another world. he left them all behind,
way too early. her definite safety point, her favorite person.
she's a human amongst humans, or so they say. he exists only in dreams and
old photographs. she picks one up, stares at it. once again wishes she could
walk out of the bedroom, into the picture.
