Exsanguinate

A dream upon waking.

I can hear the rain against the window. Light pours in from distant street lamps. I start to play a game in my head. I’m not creative, so it’s always the same game. Yet, like any story told twice, the details begin to change.

I imagine you. Just you and I, separated by glass in a white room, staring at each other as if this was the first time we’d ever met. Maybe it is. It’s different every time. Usually, I’m sitting in a chair. Sometimes we just sit there for what seems like hours, simply staring at each other. Some nights we’re trying to talk through the glass but no words will come out of my mouth; my Adam’s apple swells up until I can barely breathe. Right before I imminently pass out from deprivation of oxygen, I’ll hear the disdain in your voice one last time as you breathe out my name.

Author's Note

Still working on this one, just wanted to put it up to show that I am still avidly working on this. However, a lot of work goes into revising the previous chapter and creating ideas to be placed under the "Ideas" tab in my word document.