My life feels like a dream. Or an alternate reality. Like I’ve been pushed into my own mind, living out the life I’ve always wanted. I’m waiting for it all to come to a crashing halt, reminding me that this is in fact, not real.
Did I hit my head somewhere along the way and I’m in a coma? Will I wake up and realize that none of this was real?
In that case, please never wake me up. This is where I’d like to stay, even if it isn’t real. I will gladly take living in my dreams and never knowing that’s all it is.
Brielle is my goddess. I’ve been having trouble sleeping at night. I want to stay up and hold her, feeling the sparks because it still just...doesn’t feel like my life. I hold onto her, feeling the tiny prickles of electricity, listening to her soft, breathy moans in her sleep
