“It would be great to wake up in the perfect life…to wake, and be cherished and adored by everyone,” she whispered to him. “It would be as though I’d just had a bad dream, and when I woke, I’d be waking up to greet myself. It would be like a rebirth…only a rebirth into perfection and never ending happiness.”
He stared at her for a long time as she spoke, watching the corners of her lips twitch as she tried to force the smile on her face to stay in place. Then he noticed something slithering down her cheek, leaving a steam of glitter on her face. He met her glossed eyes. She was smiling at him.
“I’m ready to wake up now.”
February 24th, 2016.
O. Ryder.
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