¶ … white walls crept up around me as I slept in the darkness of my room He was in my dreams again. I wish he would stop haunting me. This time he appeared with a camera, which he held in front of his face first, then mine, and with the click of a button we were there, framed together.

I did not like the effect. I would rather have him here with me in bed. In my bed. The one with the satin sheets and warm colors that mirror my heart's sentiments for a man I have never met.

He has power over me in my dreams. I like it, sometimes, but sometimes I cannot breathe like the way I feel when I see the white walls. They...

I would prefer they stayed new, which is why there is nothing on them yet. No artwork I have seen deserves to make holes there, in the wall. All I can think about here, now, is he who haunts my dreams and punches a hole in my heart where before
I was free. Damn him, I am trapped here in my satin sheets with no one but a pug at my feet. He is so cute, the pug at my feet.

He is my friend in flesh and blood, but when the phone vibrates,

I stop petting the pug to pick up the phone, and all there is a friend request from someone I have never…